Lois sat upright so that her knees were brought off of the floor. She rested the book against her legs and turned to the first entry. She knew that Clark would probably be mad at her for even finding the thing. But she had to let her curiosity get the better of her, after all of the mystery that surrounded Clark Kent, who wouldn't? Adjusting her light source, she began to read...
"May 4th 2006
"Okay, it's safe to say that I feel a little stupid, talking to a book. But after Lois gave it to me for a birthday present, it seems a bit of a waste to just not use it, right?
"She was right in what she said. I do keep to myself a lot, so I suppose this is a good thing. And Lois, not that I'd ever tell her this, tends to know what she's talking about most of the time." Lois couldn't help but smile at that. "She's not as bad as I thought she would be, even if she is bossy, talkative and rude, she's also been there for me in a weird kind of way. We've been through a lot and whether she's curing my amnesia or pole dancing for a story we somehow end up working together. It's weird that we can go from practically hating each other to being friends in so little time. I've only known her... nearly two years! It never seemed that long until I looked at the date. We've come a long way since she found me in that field. I can't believe that she's stayed here that long. Even more unbelievably is the way she hasn't even started to hassle me about the secrets I keep, it came between me and Lana in less than a year. I suppose she hasn't inherited as many of the journalist genes as Chloe has. She's gotten really close to Mom, which is good. After everything that's happened with Dad, with Milton Fine getting involved, she needs someone she can count on. Lois is a huge step up from Lionel Luthor. Mom needs someone who will be around more often, Jor-El isn't letting up about my future so I can't say how long I have left before I have to leave. I can trust Lois to look after my Mom, even if it isn't her job to pick up the pieces, though I hope she doesn't "
Already, Lois was confused. Milton Fine? Jor-El? Were these code words for people she knew? Or was she finally catching a glimpse at the real Clark Kent, the one that was hidden on a daily basis? It was interesting to see inside the guy's mind, considering the amount she knew about him left questions that she chose not to bother him with. If Clark was comfortable to tell her something, she'd take it to the grave, but, until that day, she was perfectly happy living her life as it was now. It's not like her life depended on knowing the secrets that Clark carried around with him. Until now, when she was trapped in what would probably be her place of death and was prying into the guy's private life. Not exactly the best thing to do, but she had limited options when pass times were concerned.
"Crap." Lois cursed as her flashlight lost power, and she proceeded to wind it up. Once again establishing light, she placed the source on the ground and took a look around at her surroundings. The haybales served as kind of straw walls and managed to create a box long enough for her to lie down in comfortably and wide enough for her to stick her elbows out at right angles to her body. Lois stood in heels at 5'10" and she could touch the makeshift ceiling with her toes while lying flat out on her back with no trouble. Luckily enough, there seemed to be oxygen getting in from somewhere, so air wasn't a problem. The only issue was the length of time she could manage without food or water, or caffeine for that matter. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, which she had grabbed a bowl of cereal at about seven that morning. Liquid was going to be the main issue, considering she had ran pretty quickly to the Kent's in hope of helping them, hopefully it was only a matter of time before they returned home and found her.
In the mean time, Lois decided that another peak into the delves of Clark's thoughts would help keep her mind off of the unfamiliar feeling of claustraphobia which was creeping over her. She had never considered herself to be afraid of something specific, but now in the dim light, she felt uneasy at the thought of wasting away in a dusty box. The next date seemed familiar to her.
"May 11th 2006"
"Dark Thursday?"
