If Clark were coming back, Lois would know. She always knew, even when things looked their bleakest. Lois could feel him and it let her never give up hope. This time was different. Clark wasn't coming home. The world would need a new Superman.
After an hour, she extricated herself from her son. There were things she would have to do, other family to call, people to gather together, but there was something more important than that to do first.
Jon. He'd looked like his father from the start and now the likeness was just eerie. It would only get more so. Lois moved to the closet before walking to her child.
"And so the world called upon the only son."
She handed Jon his father's cape.
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