Oh.
Um....
Uh-- Oh.
- Just how fast do you fly, by the way? - I don't know, really.
You know, I never actually bothered to time myself.
- No? - Say...
...why don't we find out?
And how do you propose we do that?
Take a ride with me?
You mean I can fly?
Actually, I'd be handling the flying, if that's okay.
- This is utterly fantastic. - Wait a minute. Where are you going?
- Are you serious? - Sure.
What's the matter, don't you want to go?
Okay. You don't need these.
I need a sweater. It must be kind of cold.
No, you'll be warm enough.
- Ready? - Clark...
...said that you're just a figment of somebody's imagination...
...like Peter Pan.
Clark. Who's that, your boyfriend?
Clark? Oh, Clark. No, he's nothing.
- He's just a-- - Peter Pan, huh?
Uh-huh.
Peter Pan flew with children, Lois. In a fairy tale.
Ah!
Oh!
[GASPS]
Oh! Ah!
[SCREAMING]