"Congratulations, Miss Lane. You can now get a job putting dates on newspapers." The professor glanced at the clock on the back wall. "Look at the time. Class dismissed."

The students didn't need to be told twice and began their exit.

"Lois Lane," the professor said sternly.

Lois stopped and turned around. She had been following Clark out the door. He stopped too.

"I do not tolerate class clowns."

Clark could tell Lois was about to say something that could get her into even more trouble, so he dragged her out.

"Lois, what in the world is wrong with you?" he asked. "Not that you're ever what I'd consider normal, but what's gotten into you?"

"I don't know. One minute, it's 1938 and I'm getting lectured to by our 'charming' boss and the next minute, I'm getting lectured to by a stuffy professor in 2006."

Clark stared at her for a long time. He was trying to figure out whether to believe her or not. He decided she wasn't lying, but he didn't know if she'd had some sort of mental breakdown or it was some kind of weird happening. "Come on, we have to go see Chloe," he said at last.

"Chloe who?"

"Your cousin."

"How do you know my cousin?"

"She's from Smallville like me."

"No, she isn't. She lives with her parents in New Jersey. My aunt is a little touched in the head. My uncle won't keep her in an institution because institutions are expensive and don't always have the best reputation. She keeps them from having visitors even family visitors."

"Well, it's different now."

They walked to Chloe's dorm and Lois kept stopping to admire the things of the new millennium. It took them awhile, but they finally made it. Clark knocked on the door and Chloe answered.

"Hi, guys! How was class, today?" Chloe asked eagerly.

"I didn't know you were a blonde. They're not very common in our family," Lois said with an interested look.

"What?" Chloe replied, confused.

"We need to talk, Chloe," Clark said. "Can we come in?"

"Of course."

Clark took Chloe over to the corner and they began to whisper.

Lois' eyes got big, as she spotted the TV. "Holy cow! You must be filthy rich and extremely lucky to own one of these. There are only about 200 televisions in the entire world."

She walked over to it, looking at it with the eagerness of a child at Christmas. She pushed the button on and put a hand over her heart as if to still the beating when she saw the color. "This isn't possible! I must be dreaming!"

Clark and Chloe were watching her with interest.

Her eyes become even bigger, if that was possible, when she saw a Victoria's Secret commercial and she quickly flipped it off.

"I don't want a television if that's the kind of trash they put on it! I mean I'm not naïve. I've seen a lot of bad things in my profession but to allow that kind of stuff into the homes of families! Maybe the Amish have the right idea, rejecting technology. Of course, I wouldn't give up my Clark Gable movies. He is the most attractive man, other than Superman, of course."

"So Chloe, you see the problem," Clark said.

Chloe logged onto the internet without responding to Clark. "Lois, if you're from 1938, who's the president?"

"FDR."

"Correct. You said you go to the movies. What was the first animated movie?"

"Snow White. I saw it last year. Did you know, I read that they used real makeup on her?"

"Correct, again."

Chloe proceeded to ask her questions that only an expert, or a person who had lived then, would know. Since she wasn't the first, she had to be the second. The only thing that kept Lois from getting annoyed at the questions was her fascination with the computer and internet that seemed to know everything. This was more real than insanity.

"Clark, she's gotten them all right. It's got to be more than time travel though. Our Lois was born in 1986. Even her parents weren't alive in 1938. I don't know how to explain it."

"Maybe, I can help." A man with clothes belonging to the 1800s pushed open the cracked door. "My name is H.G. Wells."