PARADISA LOST

[Lois had to admit: finding her journal just lying around waiting for her in the random forest was creepy.  It had 'trap' written all over it.  But she wasn't about to complain.  Yet.  

The first part of the entry is a recording:]

This is Lois Lane, and I'm with Lucy Saxon and Jo Harvelle.  We're all in one piece, though currently about eight degrees left of lost in the middle of nowhere.  We haven't seen any landmarks yet, but we've been sending up signals where we can, so those of you patrolling keep your eyes on the skies.   According to Clark's stick trick, we're northeast of the castle somewhere.

More importantly, we ran into some... people out here.  

People from ... the town, that is.  I think they got dumped out here too, so whatever took us wasn't just doing it to castle residents.  They weren't exactly the best conversationalists, given that they were practically talking in tongues, tripping over themselves to run back towards the castle and muttering stuff about how they needed to get there right now or else.  "Or else what" we couldn't get out of them, because they got physical anytime we tried to restrain them to even talk to them.  I'm thinking they've got that same pull we do towards the place, but theirs seems to be amped up to 800.   Maybe someone should keep an eye out around the town for when they start getting back.  You might be able to get more out of them then.  [Assuming they make it back alive and don't run stupidly into a tree or something.]

And hey, Akihiko, you better not have been beating yourself up over me disappearing.  That one was all me.  [Do you hear that, Clark?  Don't blame him.  :|  ]

... Not sure if anyone's mentioned this yet, so I'm curious to hear from the other people it happened to, but it sure felt like something had dropped us when we woke up.

[handwriting takes over then; it's jittery because Lucy's hand is shaking from the cold. November + outdoors + pajamas = incipient hypothermia]

I was taken in the morning, but I didn't wake up in the Dead Zone until nearly nightfall. I don't know if that's important at all, but I thought it would be worth mentioning too.

[Jo waits until Lucy is done and when the journal is handed to her, she balances it on her knee, holding it in place with her sprained wrist as she crouches low to the ground]

I was taken on Friday, right out’a the damn walk-in at the Lux. Last time I had checked the time it was about four-thirty, but I woke-up to pitch-black night. I tried to look for any of the other missing people… but I only found Lucy and Lois. [she won’t be mentioning that she is injured and she sure as Hell isn’t broadcasting that she killed an eight-legged sheep to survive either…]

I’m fine, though. [Sam, you can breathe now.] Just a bit worn out and ready for my wilderness adventure to be done.