Clark heard a breathless shout behind him. “Clark! Clark… Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry… there was a terrible traffic jam downtown… a big office building on fire…” Jimmy jogged up beside him, huffing, beads of sweat breaking out around his brow, bowtie askew.
“Oh?” he asked Jimmy, eyes wide. Of course, he’d just been there and back, after a brief argument with himself about whether he should go. He did not want anything to disrupt this special day, not with only an hour to go, but he was sure Lois would have his head if he ever purposely ignored a plea for help.
“Yeah, a big one – and I missed out on the photos, too, being stuck in my car...” He trailed off, grimacing at the way that sounded.
Clark placed a reassuring hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “Well, you made it, that’s the important thing.”
“Yeah…” Jimmy opened his mouth as if to continue, and then began to pat the pockets of his tuxedo – gently at first, then with increasing alarm. “Oh, no, if it fell out in the cab…!”