We pan over to the next page, which has another unnecessarily detailed drawing, this time of a LuthorCorp hallway. How did Papa Luthor draw these scenes so accurately if he wasn't there? We see Li'l Lex, wearing a skullcap and a schoolboy uniform, wandering the halls looking for a pet named Feathers. I hope that's a bird and not a genetically modified lizard. Lex sees the bird fly through an open window above a door. "Feathers!" he calls, exasperated. Li'l Lex approaches the door slowly. He bends over and looks through the keyhole. There's another eye looking back. "Hi," Davis says, from the other side of the door. Lex unlocks the door, which seems to lock from the outside, and opens the door. Li'l Bloomey is standing there in shorts and a tight blue top. He is thin and sad-looking. The two boys regard each other. "Are you cold?" Li'l Bloomey asks. Lex shakes his head. Bloomey removes the hat from Lex's head, revealing a bald skull. Lex flinches and looks down. He's holding a Warrior Angel comic. "Are you him?" Li'l Bloomey asks. "Are you Warrior Angel?" Li'l Lex says no. "But I want to be," he adds, and it just breaks your heart. Li'l Bloomey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Warrior Angel action figure. He's buff and blue and has a red cape. [First of all, Bloomey got action figures as a kid, so maybe his childhood wasn't that miserable. Second, since they know he's some sort of red-and-blue superhero, why doesn't the media in Metropolis refer to the barely-seen Clark Kent as "Warrior Angel," rather than the less catchy "Red-Blue-Blur"? - Z]
Lex smiles. He says he's Alexander. He asks the boy's name. "I don't know," Li'l Bloomey says. Li'l Lex asks what he's doing there. He's told a man brought Bloomey there a few days before. "He made them put needles in me," he tells Lex. He shows his arm, which is covered in Band-Aids. You know, the more I think about it, the more I feel like they could have kept Li'l Bloomey mute in these scenes and made him even more sad and pitiable. All of his dialogue could have been conveyed in gestures or we could have at least seen him struggling with the language. As it stands, he seems a little too programmed. But then I guess you have to explain how he can walk and understand English, and by that point, you've gone too far anyway. Oh well. Lex says Bloomey doesn't look sick. "Do you want to play?" he asks. He promises no one will know. Li'l Lex says his dad is out at some farm. He leads the boy out of the room by the arm and Bloomey closes the door behind him. On the table in the foreground appears to be a yellow-greenish mound of flattened feathers. Wait, feathers? Oh, no! FEATHERS! NOOOOO! The poor, Doom'd bird disappears from the table as we flash-forward to the present.