After The Funeral

[bought_the_bank]

He trudges back to the jet long after the funeral is over, after Martha, Diana, Lois, and even the groundskeepers have departed. A great emptiness has taken hold of him, the surreal calm of emotional and physical exhaustion at odds with the growing list of things to be done when they reach home. The others need to be found, hopefully with Diana's assistance, but there's nothing that can be done in the moment. The days and events that have come to pass are rapidly catching up to him. Sleep and antibiotics for the infected shoulder wound are on his horizon.

Without shedding his overcoat or suit jacket, he deposits himself in the only seat directly opposite Alfred, who's been waiting all this time. No word of greeting is offered, instead only an expression forlorn.