"Tell me again why we're riding in the same taxi?" asked Lois.
"It's cheaper. Besides, what's the point of taking different taxies when we're going to the same place?" said Clark.
"Sanity."
"We're here at the Daily Bugle. Now was that so bad?" Clark said as he paid the driver and had him wait with their luggage.
"Let's hurry up and get our tour of the place and then get to our apartments."
They were taken to Mr. Jameson's office. He was still on the phone, but he signaled for them to stay there.
"Keep digging. That crook, Spiderman, has to have some kind of dirt we don't know about!" he said and he slammed the phone.
"I've heard a lot about this Spiderman. Some of it I believe and some I don't, but I think he's a hero," said Lois.
"I'm glad you keep up with the news, but I've met him personally and he's no saint! Now, the first thing I want to ask you is your plans for the future."
Lois spoke up first and said, "I'm going to become the world's best investigative reporter."
"As you can see, Lois is the picture of modesty," said Clark as Lois' foot kicked him.
"What about you, Kent?" asked Jameson.
"He's going to become editor of the Smallville Newsleader," answered Lois.
"Lois, for the last time, it's The Ledger and I actually plan to spend a year seeing the world before I get a job," corrected Clark.
"I want you all to know that I don't tolerate anything but the best. I don't normally take two interns from the same school, but you two came highly recommended. Miss Lane, I've read your work and I like it. It exposes the dirt in a no-nonsense manner. I've assigned you to work for and with Bridget Abel; she's one of our best reporters. Mr. Kent, I've read your work and I hate it. It's too cheesy and poetical. I've decided you'd make a better photographer. I've assigned you to work with Peter Parker. Now, get out of my office! They can show you the ropes."
They go and since both Peter and Bridget were out working, they left. They took separate taxies to their apartments.
At Lois' apartment a couple hours later…
Lois put her last piece of clothing away when there was a knock at the door. She peeked through the peephole and saw Clark and let him in.
"What the heck are you doing here?" she asked.
"I want to see the Statue of Liberty."
"Well, it's not in here."
"I want you to come with me."
"Why?"
"It's not like I know anybody else, yet. It's more fun when you go with somebody you know."
"Do you know what a tourist-like thing that is to do? It's a proven fact that muggers hang around tourist attractions."
"For three months I am a tourist and speaking of muggers, why did you pick this dump in this bad neighborhood?"
"It's cheap. I'm saving back money, so I can have a nicely furnished apartment in Metropolis. You're not the General, so it's not any of your business, anyway."
"I bet the General wouldn't approve of your apartment and neighborhood."
"He knows I can take care of myself. If I go with you, will you shut up?"
"Not another word."
Lois sighed and they went to get a close-up look of the Statue of Liberty. Clark was one of the handful of people who could talk Lois into doing something and he was proud.
The next day at the office…
"How's it going, Lois?" asked Clark.
"Horrible," said Lois, holding a cup of coffee, "she thinks I'm her personal slave! 'Lois, organize my desk! Lois, pick up my dry cleaning' What does that teach me about journalism? I'm tempted to give her a nice right hook!"
"So, what you're saying is she's rude, bossy, and aggressive?"
"Exactly."
"She sounds like someone I know."
"Shut up! How's your so-called supervisor?"
"He's okay. He seems a little mysterious and burdened."
"Oh, and that's nothing like you. Well, I better take this coffee to Miss High and Mighty before she sends me back for a warmer cup."
A woman who didn't like her coffee cold. Bridget could almost be Lois' clone. However, thought Clark, Peter Parker was nothing like him. He wasn't constantly disappearing or hiding some huge secret. At least, not to that extent. Speaking of Peter, where was he?
He heard a commotion across the street and like a true newsroom full of nosy people, they dashed to the windows.
Clark saw an ordinary robbery taking place. He was about to go and help, when the legendary Spiderman came swooping in on a string of web. He quickly stopped the thieves. Where was Peter with the camera? He didn't like photography as much as writing but as long as he was stuck with it, he had to do the job. His eyes caught flashing from the corner of the building . A camera was automatically taking pictures and it looked like the camera Peter Parker had. It couldn't be. Spiderman couldn't be. As Spiderman swung away, Clark x-rayed behind the mask. That was one thing he didn't have in common with Peter. He didn't have a crazy costume to save people in or an alternate identity.