For the life of me, I just can't understand this.
Any of this.
I don't know why I'm here, or how I got here, and I feel like I don't know
anyone here. One moment, I was alone, in my apartment, crying my eyes out, and the next... The next, I was in some nasty, dirty alley here. In LA. In 2005. There's multiple guys running around with my dead fiance's name, and some, even with his face. People keep mistaking me for some... blonde girl who they say is my cousin, and... God, this is so confusing.
What in the hell is going on here?
I just... I feel so damn... alone. Clark's not here. My Clark, the man I love, the man I planned to spend the rest of my life with... he's not here, and he never will be again. I don't have Perry. I don't have Jimmy. I don't even have my parents. I feel totally, completely alone here, and I don't know what to do.
I guess the only thing I can do is... go on. Keep trying. Try to make it here while I can, as long as I have to. It's what Clark would want me to do. He'd tell me to be brave. To be his brave little Lois. So that's exactly what I have to do.