Clark Kent stopped at a pay phone just a few blocks away from a Popeye's Chicken fast food restaurant. He produced a shiny quarter from the pocket of his blazer, inserting it into the coin slot of the public phone. He was due at work back in Metropolis at the Daily Planet in two hours, but today he wasn't going to make it. Fortunately, his boss Perry White was out on vacation, which left Lois Lane in charge. More than likely, she would be more understanding than their cigar chomping boss.
Inside of the Daily Planet, in Perry White's office, a black phone rang loud enough to wake the dead. Lois had just arrived back from a fast food joint called The Hot Seat. She rushed into the office with a warm paper sack held by her white, almost perfect teeth. She answered the call in her most professional working manner. "Perry White's office. Miss Lois Lane speaking." On the other end, Clark smiled, almost goofily. "Hi, Lois. It's Clark. Listen, I'm not going to make it to work today. I have to take care of a, ummm, family problem." Lois pulled a fresh, wrapped hamburger from the paper sack as she sat down behind Perry White's desk. "Family problem, huh? Hmmm, you're slipping, ole Clark Kent. But I guess I'll let you slide this once."
Clark smiled, knowing how much Lois Lane enjoyed giving him a hard time. "How is everything going there, Lois? Have your hands full, I bet." Lois chuckled. "The only thing I have my hands full of right now, is a large juicy burger. YUMM. Things are fine here, Clark. Just don't stay away for too long." Clark was about to respond when the Krypton energy sensor emitted a sudden high pitch beeping! "Hey, what's that noise, Clark? You at a casino or something?" Clark adjusted his glasses, holding the phone with one shoulder. "Uhhh, it's my pager Lois. I've got to go. I'll call you later."
"Since when did you have a pa.." Lois stopped speaking into the phone, realizing that Clark had hung up on her. "Hmmm, I never knew that Clark carried a pager. Oh well, we all have our secrets." Lois laughed to herself as she unwrapped her lunch, intending to devour the delicious looking hamburger.
The power source was close, Clark could feel it, and this time he refused to lose track of it again. He jogged in the direction where the signal was strong, knowing that if he used his Super Speed, he would pass up the location of the Omegahedron. So instead, Clark ran at a normal pace. Soon the beeping became a long, monotonous tone. Clark looked around. He was no longer in downtown Midvale, but in a more deserted section of the little town.
A small, abandoned amusement park on a midway awaited him, about twenty feet away. Using his X-Ray Vision, Clark scanned the inside of the building painted with the words "Ghost Train." What he saw inside, prompted him to dash toward a small junkyard not far from the midway. There, he changed into his true form of Superman.