 Aged telegrapher shakes his head and mutters... See what I mean, Mr. Kent? Yes. Now, will you go back to Metropolis? Certainly not. Let's see, this telegram was sent from Rawlings. Where's that? About 30 miles south. 30 miles south. Well, that's where I'm going, because whoever sent this telegram probably knows where Miss Lane is and... Gee, Jerusalem! Look who's coming in! Great Scott! Lois! Lois, what's the matter? Quick, catch her, Mr. Kent! She's keeling over!