"That must be..." She can't help but think of Arthur, to wonder if he knows. What he must feel, or if any of this is even real. Anatoly's story lends credence to it, but it could all be one cleverly crafted lie upon another.

And her heart yearns for Meg.

"I'm sorry," Joan offers, more for wandering than for the state of this Lex she doesn't know, but she can sympathize. She can imagine how Meg must be feeling now, wondering where she is and what she's done. She also feels that displacement, uncertainty, wondering what to do. "How long has it been?"