When Chloe got up the next morning, she found Lois furiously pounding on the keys of her laptop and then frowning and erasing whatever she had just wrote.

"What are you doing?" Chloe asked.

Lois looked up sharply. "Nothing."

"Are you working on a story?"

"Maybe but it doesn't concern you."

"Why should I care? You work at a paper that prints fiction. The Daily Planet would never think of printing that kind of material." Chloe's eyes got big. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't quite mean it to come out that way."

"It's okay. It's true, but I'll have you know that everything I write is nothing but facts and truth. That's why it takes me so long to come up with stories for the Inquisitor. It has to be paranormal and true at the same time."

"I know that. It takes someone with a lot of talent to be able to do that, and your articles are written well too."

"Okay, you can stop buttering me up now. I forgive you."

"How long have you been up?"

"I never went to bed."

"Lois, don't you have to work for Mrs. Kent this afternoon?"

"Yes, and I have to bring a story to the Inquisitor this morning."

"I thought you just turned in a story yesterday."

"I did, but I've been away on a story for 2 weeks and although they paid for the trip, I haven't been earning money for other stories. I have to catch up, and I have this really great story. I've got it written, but I'm looking for the right name."

"Name?"

"Look, if I tell you, will you promise not to steal the story?"

"Like I'd have time to turn it in before you. Plus, we're family. I think we can trust each other on some level."

"Point taken. There's a new superhero in Metropolis."

"Really?"

"Really. She's super strong, she can fly, among other things, and she has amazing weapons."

"It does sound like a great story."

"It is, but I'm trying to come up with a name to call her. She doesn't have one."

"Well, you're not bad at coming up with superhero names. Green Arrow really caught on."

"Not the most creative name in the world. He had a green costume, he had arrows, and he was a bandit. And they dropped the bandit."

"Only because it was too long a name to say. Obvious, simple names work the best sometimes."

"How about Miss America? She wears a patriotic costume."

"Not unless she won a beauty pageant."

"She is beautiful, and she has a bathing suit and tiara. It could work."

"Somebody would sue you for taking the Miss America title. Keep thinking and I'm going to go get me some breakfast. After all the cake I ate last night, it's a wonder I'm even hungry."

"Chloe, you're a genius."

"I am?"

"Wonder Woman. It's got a nice ring to it, and what better way to describe her other than a wonder?"

"Wow, I guess I am a genius."

sss

Diana had found her way back to the bar by cab, and she looked around. It was dark and smoky even in the daytime, but of course, he wasn't there. She hadn't expected him to work there 24 hours a day, just hoped. She went up to one of the bartenders.

"Do you know where I can find Steve?" she asked.

"Steve Trevor?"

"I guess so."

"Last night was his last night. He's back on active duty. He's in the military you know."

Her face fell.

"I never could stand to see a girl sad, and I'm sure he wouldn't want to miss seeing you again." He wrote down the address for her. "He might have done moved out. I don't know."

Diana got a cab to drive there with the money Clark's mom had lent her. She found the apartment, but when she got there, no one answered the door. Disappointed, she knew that must have meant he had already left, but as she passed by the window, she saw his unconscious form lying on the floor.

She broke into the apartment, but before she could check for signs of life, she fell to her knees. She was about to succumb to whatever had knocked out Steve.