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Lois Lane	It has been a wonderful break from the city and from work. Lois was shocked how easily Perry let her go, but ultimately, she needed a recharge. This is it. It's morning on the farm. Only here will one catch Lois up at the break of dawn. Vacation? Yes. But she does chores here. The city in her is never allowed to make her soft. And while she may not be quite ready to butcher her own meat, she has no qualms about doing her part.     By the time 8 AM rolls around, she's ready to get back to the kitchen and take a break. Now obviously Clark could do all these chores in sixty seconds, but that's cheating.     When she's in the kitchen, settled in front of a plate of cookies with a big glass of milk, Lois just lets out a happy sigh. "Home," she says softly.
Clark Kent	Clark is a little shocked about how easily Perry let them go. Still, he doens't argue much. Well, by argue it's a lot of, "Are you sure, sir?" It's him making sure it's all okay. And that's why Clark likes chopping wood at six a.m. He can swing the axe down with a little more force. People will just think he's, "Skilled with an axe." It's the farm life. A simple life. Something he knows about quite a bit, it was his life before metropolis. Dull blue eyes hide behind thick lenses. He keeeps doing what he's doing. Clark will just work at the wood until it's time to move onto the next chore.
Lois Lane	Eventually Lois gets up, washes her dishes, and goes in search of her husband. He is not hard to find, really. Her totally mundane hearing has no trouble following the sound of that axe.     "Hey Smallville, you ready to take a break? Paul Bunyan is feeling pretty inadeuate about now." She grins and walks closer. Well, she does when he's not swinging that axe. Then she can move in for the kiss.     "Lots of eggs today. The hens were really impressive. We're going to eat well for the rest of the vacation!"     She has the local newspaper tucked under an arm. She picked it up on the porch and hasn't read it yet, but Clark may notice from the folded print the start of the word "kidnapper".
Clark Kent	Clark pauses to see Lois. It takes a little getting used to. Someone being a wife. Well, not that Lois isnt one. She's turning a little more sally homemaker during vacations sometimes. He's still adjusting. The man likes it, but it's still something of an adjustment. "I am far from hitting his record. Just doing some light chores," Clark comments idly. He looks upon her for a moment, "That's good to hear," Clark stops doing what he's doing. A brow raises at the paper. -There's- his wife. "And still working." It's not a chide, a comment.
Lois Lane	"Oh, sorry, old habits. I thought it might be fun to read about what is going on. I was hoping there might be a farmer's market or something we could all go to together." Lois is doing her best to adjust. She truly is.     The truth is, Martha brings out the very best in her. Lois even looks the part, in a pair of well-broken-in jeans and a button-down argyle shirt. "Tonight we're going to make meatloaf, by the way." She's never been more excited by food, really. "Honestly, working with your mother in the kitchen makes me feel 16, somehow. And she has so much advice on all sorts of things." Lois has been writing it all down. "I could write a book just about her experiences and thoughts on good living."     She does pull out the paper at this point, "Maybe there's something in here that can help me find a nice gift..." And that's when the headline is revealed to her.     "Oh wow. A kidnapping in Smallville?" Her eyes race through the article, "Clark, isn't the Wilson farm just a few miles to the east? It's their daughter."
Clark Kent	"We could." Clark admits honestly as he watches her. The man's simple flannel and jeans stand out. He looks at Lois talking about meatloaf and everything else. "You didn't know about the kidnapping?" Clark asks thinking Lois probably reasearched it seven ways to Sunday at minimum. His gaze rests on her. "Yeah. It happens sometimes." Clark might have spent a few restlessness searching for the child. That's something he doesn't say.
Lois Lane	"This is the first time I've looked at the paper since we arrived, and I haven't paid attention to the news." Among the many strict orders from her doctor was reduce stress, truly rest, truly unplug. Clark may have even noticed that she only looks at her phone twice a day.     "But we better help with this. The little girl's been missing for two days already and they have no good leads."     She is displeased. "I am sure they are doing their best, but a bit of help from a couple out of town reporters might help provide the police with just the different perspective needed to get that little girl back."
Clark Kent	Clark isn't sure if he believes that. However, he knows that Lois has been seeing a lot of doctors about a lot of stress. And so, Clark believes her despite how impossible this sounds. Because Lois is always so very go-go-go. "We can, but I've tried looking for her. She is either well hidden, or moving," and Clark wonders if maybe there's an old house or barn involved somehow. That could be another reason why he didn't see her.
Lois Lane	"We need to figure out who the potential suspects are," says Lois. "Usually kids are taken by someone they know. Her parents aren't separated, apparently, so that tightens things up there. Do you think they'd talk to us, Clark?"     She may have been relaxed, but there's no holding Lane back now. "If so, we should probably get started as soon as possible. The thought of a little girl scared and in danger... I can't sit here."     And there it is. Trademark Lois. She is now fully energized.
Clark Kent	"Isn't the priority the girl," he knows ther ewould be something out. And their chances would reduce if they're past a forty-eight hour window since the kidnapping. And there's Lois slipping into what he suspects is her usual self. "Where can we go?" he asks. Thinking Lois probably has five ideas.
Lois Lane	"We should start by checking social media. If the parents have public profiles, this may be what the kidnapper used to figure out their schedule, or even to select the target," says Lois. "We also could check more... carefully for tire tracks. The police no doubt tried, but their eyes are no match for yours."     She runs through ideas. "I can't imagine they are very wealthy. But perhaps there is something more valuable about their possessions than meets the eye. If they are willing to divulge that kind of information to a reporter, it might tip us off on potential parties. The most dangerous scenario is that it's a total wildcard. A nobody from far away who just did this by pure chance. Hm. But I know that there are some cameras that are positioned around the roads. The automated ones to catch trespassers. It's a long shot, admittedly, but these are all things we could look into."     She's already heading towards the car. "I should get my phone first. And we need to let mom know we are going to be a bit busy today." She sighs softly. "I really want to go with her, but... we can't walk away from a child."