Lois was supposed to be heading to the police station for the latest statements on the crime wave. She'd had the taxi let her out about a block ago because traffic was so ridiculously backed up.

She stopped in front of a very new church. The church of Superman had come here to Metropolis. As incensed as she was to see it, she was curious too. It looked as if they were having some sort of service right now, so she went in.

It looked like any other church except for the mustard yellow cushions, the red carpet, and the blue stained-glass windows with the S-shield in the center. The pews while not full were fairly packed. She was used to there being a few fruitcakes in the city, but this was beyond belief.

There was a blonde girl of about 16 sitting in the back. She wasn't like the rest with their reverent looks or looks of awe. She looked to be only curious like her. Lois took a seat beside her. The girl gave her a slight smile and they both turned their attention to the sermon taking place.

"He came to lead us to the light. He gave us a reason to hope. And now he's back from the dead to prove he's the new savior. A new savior for a new age."

There were scattered amens.

Lois felt physically ill. She'd said similar things, written similar things, but she'd never meant for it to be taken to this extreme. Why did it seem people either hated or revered him?

"They really thought of him as a god, didn't they?" the girl beside her said.

"He wasn't though," she said firmly and quickly.

"No," she agreed. Then she wheezed and seemed to have trouble catching her breath.

"Are you alright?" Lois asked.

She smiled weakly. "I'll be fine. Asthma."

"Do you have your inhaler?"

"It's okay. I'll catch my breath in a minute."

She watched her worriedly to make sure it was true. People had been known to die of asthma.

Her cell phone went off and she received a few annoyed looks. Perry. No doubt he was wondering why she wasn't at the police station yet. She went to the back of the church to answer.

"I'm on my way. I just got held up in traffic."

"Forget, the police station. Superman and another Superman are holding up a collapsed bridge. Get over to Queen Bridge and get the story."

"There's 2 Supermans because neither one is him. One's a clone and another is just Kryptonian, and I don't know that I have the stomach to cover it. Send someone else."

"Well, find the stomach for it because the world wants to hear what you have to say about this development since you introduced the world to Superman."

He hung up before she had the chance to argue anymore. She took one more look to make sure the girl was doing better, and she seemed to be, so she started to head out the door.

The preacher or speaker, whatever he thought he was, spotted her, and recognizing her, said, "It's Lois Lane, the chronicler of so much of Superman's life and miracles. She is the writer of his gospel and he took a special interest in her. Will you come and speak to us?"

Her anger burned brightly against this sacrilege for Clark's sake and the Lord's, though she hadn't been close to God since she was a child. She decided to speak like she'd wanted to since she came in there.

"Yes, I believe I will, and I can tell you exactly what he would say to you all if he were here." She got to the front and looked at them boldly. "He'd say get up off your knees because he's just a man." There were gasps, but she kept going. "He'd say he's not a savior just a human being trying to do what's right, trying to use his gifts from God for good. If he came to lead you to the light, it was not his light he wanted you to see. If he came to give you hope, it was the hope that only God can give, the kind of hope that makes us want to reach out to help another person. You're looking for him to be Jesus Christ and he's not. Only Jesus Christ can be Jesus Christ."

She would have also told them he wasn't alive, but she didn't think they'd believe it, and they'd read the truth in her article soon enough since it seemed they were such dedicated followers of her work. The blonde girl alone applauded her speech.

There were jeers and boos as she made her exit, but she didn't care. She'd spoken the truth.

She'd barely stepped onto the sidewalk before the girl from inside ran out and beside her, walking with her.

"You knew him well then?" she asked. "What was he like?"

"He was the kindest man I ever knew even when people were doing him wrong. The world didn't appreciate him until he was gone and they still don't appreciate who he was," she said, looking back at the church with disdain.

"I wish I'd gotten to meet him."

"You talk like you don't believe he's alive again." She was surprised that someone besides herself had recognized it.

"I don't know who it is that's been on the news, but it is not Kal-El."

She smiled. "You use his Kryptonian name?"

She reddened just a little. "It makes him seem more real, I suppose. Though I guess most referred to him as Superman. Even he called himself that."

"He wouldn't have minded that you use Kal-El. So I know why I believe the current Superman is an imposter. Why do you?"

"It's complicated. Too much of a fan to be fooled, I guess. I better get back to my adult. I told her I was going to the bathroom." Her impish grin made her seem more like the teenager she was. She started to run off.

"You know my name. I never asked you yours."

"Linda. It was nice meeting you, Miss Lane."