 Now listen, Mr. Sykes, I intend to stay here until I find Miss Lane. You won't find her, young pillar. But I must. I can't just ignore the fact that... Take my advice. Grab the next train back to Metropolis. Ridiculous. There must be some way of finding her. Better still, drive over to Rollins and board the eastbound plane. Get you away faster. Nothing doing, Mr. Sykes. As I said before, I'm not leaving here until I find Miss Lane. And then, not until I find out what's going on around here. Well, maybe this will change your mind. What's that? Telegram just coming in for you.