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Lois stared down at her stomach. It was still flat. She didn't feel pregnant.

"Did I hallucinate?" The reporter said out loud, as much to reassure herself as anything else. She chewed her lip, ruminating on the possibilities. Assuming she hadn't just had a psychotic episode or an hallucination...then there was a chance she was pregnant.

The reporter didn't like the uncertainty. There was only one way to be sure. Take a test.

Of course, that idea would come to Lois at a moment when there wasn't a single pregnancy test in the apartment. She marched into her bedroom, throwing on something less appropriate for the club and more appropriate for the all-night pharmacy. Black ankle-socks, blue jeans, white blouse, leather jacket, sneakers.

The only problem was underwear—it was laundry day, and Lois had worn her last clean pair to the club. She decided she could manage going to commando. It was only a few blocks.

Keys, wallet, smartphone, and the reporter was out the door.

Down the elevator. Her bare pussy against the material of the jeans, feeling strangely naughty.

Outside on the street, sucking in the cool night air. Wondering if she imagined the feeling that there was something in her stomach right now...a psychosomatic reaction. Could a woman even feel pregnant, before she started to show? Lois didn't know.

Three blocks to the pharmacy. Metropolis wasn't like Gotham, it was generally safe for a woman to walk alone at nights. Lois had gone this route many times, for when she forgot tampons or pads or other little supplies. The route took her past the park.

Long ago, after the Civil War, this part of Metropolis had been the Potter's Field, where the poor had been laid to rest. Lois Lane knew that the park followed the contours of the old cemetery, and had often wondered if all the graves had been moved. Some of the oaks were definitely well over a hundred years old...

A flickering light caught the reporter's attention. She paused, staring over the wall of the park. A small blue flame flickered on the grass there, in the shade of one of the oak trees. So faint that Lois could hardly see it, much less the source of the light. The reporter looked around, but the streets were temporarily quiet, the park silent as a tomb.

She looked across the street at the welcoming yellow light of the pharmacy. Then back into the darkness. The flame was still there...in fact, it looked like it was moving, blown on some invisible breeze, moving lazily in her direction. There was something fascinating about the tiny blue flame...a shape to it that Lois couldn't quite put her finger on.

Curiosity warred with common sense in the reporter.