"Dad, Mom, do you know where Laurie is right now? If she's still out reporting in the field, that's way too dangerous. This isn't the kind of terrorist attack you remember. There are a lot of Superpowered Villains involved. I want to protect her."
"I'll call her right now." Naomi smacked her forehead, having finally remembered, and immediately went to get the landline.
To the couple, that girl was like both a daughter and a daughter-in-law. But without a doubt, she was also a member of this family.
With both her parents dead and their families being neighbors, Laurie had practically grown up in this house. Nothing could happen to her.
If things really were as bad as their son said, then working as an investigative reporter was practically gambling with her life. They did not know what Superpowered Villains meant, but Clark did. DC Comics had shown it all—he had once fought brutal battles against all kinds of terrifying creatures.
Those were crises that could have destroyed Earth itself.
Meanwhile, Jerry went to the study, took his double-barreled shotgun off the wall, then opened the safe and retrieved ammunition. He too was ready to defend his home should criminals threaten it.
At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved. His son was clearly still his son, and he still remembered this family. So even if he had used his superpowers to do many terrible things in other Parallel Worlds, he was still a member of the family.
"The line's busy. I can't get through." Naomi put down the phone anxiously and looked at her son. "Can you find her?"
"I'll go try." Little Superman flashed away, his T-shirt and jeans changing into red-and-blue combat armor. "Don't go outside. Stay here and wait for me. I'll be right back, and