The elevator dinged to indicate they had reached their floor.

Clark stepped out and looked around. The office hadn't changed much in 30 years except that he didn't recognize any of the people. Then his eyes fell upon Perry White and Jimmy Olsen. He grabbed Lois by the hand and pulled her into the supply closet.

"Clark, you do realize this is a closet?"

"What are Jimmy and Mr. White doing here?

"They work here."

"Mr. White passed away years ago and Jimmy was in a nursing home."

"Oh, did I forget to tell you, Smallville?" she asked playfully.

He could see the twinkle in her eyes even in the dark closet. She could drive him crazy sometimes.

"You know good and well," he said, "that I've been asking you questions all the way here."

"Okay. I'm ready to tell you. First of all now that you've become a full-time superhero again, it's important that you're able to find those situations that call for your help. What better place than through the news as a reporter?"

"That explains why we're reporters again, but why are they young again?"

"In each person's life, there are people that for better or worse help shape and define them. If you've noticed not everybody out there is familiar. Jimmy and Perry are people who are a part of our life story, so God saw to it that they remained in our lives."

"So they know about regained youth? That means they must know my secret identity."

"Hold on before you take your glasses off. They don't know about their new found youth. Even though the years will go by, they will think they're the same age until the end has come. See? I learned a lot by dying."

There was a rap on the closet door.

"Hey, you two! Get out of there and get to work!" shouted Perry as he went by.

Clark and Lois walked to the desk with Clark Kent printed on the name plate.

"Is there any more surprises you forgot to tell me about?" he asked.

"Nope. Well, maybe."

"I'd like to get the shock over all at once."

"We're having a get together with some friends and family."

Clark sat in his chair and Lois sat on his lap.

"How many?"

"A lot," she replied.

"For example…"

"Well, Jon, Martha, Laura, and Jordan that's 4. Their 3 spouses and Martha's fiancée that's 8. Our 7 grandchildren that's 15. Oh and Anna's bringing over her boyfriend, who knows about certain stuff and may be our grandson-in-law before too long that's 16. Kara, her husband, their 3 kids, and 7 grandchildren that's 28-"

"How are these people supposed to fit in our apartment all at once?"

"Wait, I'm not done. Chloe and Bruce are trying to talk Alfred into coming that's 31-"

"Are you crazy?"

"Don't worry. Bruce is renting a warehouse and fixing it up fancy. Rich relatives come in handy. Of course, we're inviting every known superhero and their families."

"Lois, are our parents-"

"No. Think of the people in our life as being set at a couple of years after our marriage. No kids or so people will think and no parents."

"I miss Mom and Dad."

"I miss them too, but we'll see them again."

"So what's our latest story?"

"How should I know?"

"You seem to know everything else," he teased.

"Not everything," she said.

They kissed.

"Break it up, you two. We've got a paper to put out. I want the robbery at the museum story on my desk by 1:00. Do you all have any idea how hard it is to be an editor?" asked Perry.

Actually, they did. They had been coeditors in their late 50s and early 60s but they couldn't tell him that.

"We're on it, Chief," said Lois and he walked off.

She pulled the chair from her desk over to Clark's.

"Computer, on," said Clark.

"These new-fangled computers are stupid. I feel like an idiot talking to it," Lois remarked.

"Computer, look up all known information on recent Metropolis museum robberies," instructed Clark. "You talk to Jor-El and he's nothing but a high-tech Kryptonian computer."

"That's different. He looks like a person. This is a monitor."

"Would it help if I put a wig and sunglasses on it?"

"Ha, ha. You're so funny and on top of that, people can hear your commands. I prefer quiet computers with mouses."

"You won't have to worry about it much longer. I hear they're coming out with a computer that is mind-activated."

"That's even more creepy and to think, we'll live to see it."

"RESULTS FOUND," said the computer.

"Look at this, Lois. Remember, when I found Lex Luthor's hidden valuables and they were donated to the museum?"

"Yeah."

"They were stolen and look, they don't have Superman as the one finding them now just a mysterious benefactor and our names aren't credited to the story."

"It's because of the time thing. The world can't know how old we really are, so your older heroic efforts will exist but without your name to them. It's suspicious though that Lex's stuff was stolen, but it couldn't be Lex. God didn't let Lex come back."

"I guess we'll solve the mystery together."