Jimmy was quietly snoring on the next plane seat. He was one of two employees Perry had to remain himself most often that they aren't his own kids. Lois, of course, was the second.
"Are you bored?"
No, but you sure are.
Perry turned towards woman that set to his right side. She must been at least seventy, but her grey eyes were still bright.
"Maybe a little."
"I was looking forward to spend the flight talking with my granddaughter, but those damn fly companies are no good. They confused our seats. Now she is in another part so I can't even see her. Oh, I totally forgotten, I'm Abigail."
"Perry."
"Are you from Metropolis traveling somewhere or just returning home, or probably neither?"
"No, I'm Metroplis born and bred."
"I too, wouldn't change it for anything. Metropolis is the best. My son's ex was from Gotham. I told him at the beginning no normal person ever lived in that weird city. Of course he hadn't listened. "
Abigail yawned.
"I probably wouldn't be good company for long. So If I felt asleep, feel free to borrow my newspaper. Even, maybe you have read it already in the morning."
I had read it yesterday, edited most important articles and barked at our new graphic designer for about an hour.
"I am buying Metropolis Star every morning I'm in the city." Abigail continued, "For fifty years in the same traffic, good old paper not that fake computer stuff you can't even hold."
Perry bit his lip, silently counted to ten and just then calmly answered.
"I'm more of the Daily Planet type."