Hey. If you're reading this, and you haven't read 'The Dog' yet, you should. This is a sequel, and it picks up pretty much where 'The Dog' left off.
Clark came into the mansion. Krypto was lying on Lex's couch, asleep. "Hey, boy!" Krypto sat up, his jaws opening in a doggie grin. Clark ruffled the dog's ears and accepted a lick or two before noticing the note shoved under Krypto's collar. "Hey, what's this?" Clark unfolded the paper.
Clark,
Your dog has survived its stay at the Luthor mansion. I've gone out to Metropolis for the night...I figured you could get your dog all by yourself.
Lex
"He really is mad," Clark muttered. He whipped out his cell phone and flipped it open.
'You have one. New. Voicemail,' a recorded voice told him.
"Alright..." Clark hit a few buttons and pressed the phone to his ear.
"Hey, Clark, it's Lex. I kinda called to apologize, and also because my car's a mess and since you're on your way here, I was wondering if you could give me a ride home or something. It's actually kinda creepy in Kansas after sunset, so...if you could come quickly, I'd appreciate it." There was a moment of silence, then a startled exclamation...Lex. There was a 'glop' as Lex dropped his phone...probably into mud. Lex didn't pick it up and turn it off. 'They're the latest style in Belle Reve,' a muffled voice said. There was a brief, odd moment where there was more static than sound. Then..."Now...we've got him loaded into the truck." "Good." "Where are we taking him?" "To..." Clark's amazingly long voice-mail message cut off then. Clark glanced at Krypto.
The dog whined, looking at the phone with troubled eyes. Was that even possible for a dog? At the moment, Clark didn't care. It sounded like Lex was in trouble. "Stay, boy." Krypto whined and followed him towards the door. "You want to come?"
The dog whoofed enthusiastically. "Fine. C'mon, let's go find Chloe," Clark told Krypto.