 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. Gee, Jerusalem! Look who's coming in! Great Scott! Lois! Lois, what's the matter? Quick, catch her! Miss Kent, she's keeling over! Startled, Clark Kent springs forward as Lois Lane, her face white, her eyes set in a glassy stare, moans, falls into his arms.