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Kent Farm. The cows have long been sold off to make T-Bone steaks. Clark is lying down in the kitchen, fixing the plumbing under the sink. He roughly pulls off a pipe, stripping all the threading. Nice one, Clark. You're no Joe the Plumber and ever since Lex left, you're really slacking in the laying pipe department. Jimmy comes in without knocking. "Code red!" he says. Yeah, I think this kitchen is about to flood. Jimmy says his whole world just fell apart. Clark stands up and asks him to slow down and tell him what's going on. Is a bright red shirt really the most appropriate thing to wear for maintenance work? Jimmy says that he thought as Chloe's future husband he could steer their ship through any kind of weather, but he just got hit with a major "Bridal wave." Oh, for fuck's sake. WHO TALKS LIKE THIS!? I'm sure I'm not the only one, but when I hear crap dialogue it hurts my ears the way people who are musically inclined get an earache from dissonant notes. Clark says the wedding is a week away. He thinks she's probably just stressed. Jimmy says that's what he thought, too, but she's been forgetting things. Jimmy says it started small, but today, Chloe didn't even recognize him. Maybe you're just that forgettable. Close-up on Clark. He asks if Jimmy noticed any other symptoms. Did she suddenly give up journalism for no good goddamned reason? Maybe she was body-snatched by Lois. That seems pretty plausible. Jimmy says she calmed down when he showed Chloe a picture of the two of them together, but he still doesn't think she remembers him. Jimmy says Chloe used to have a medical condition that gave her a special ability. Clark knows about it already: her healing power. Jimmy says he figured Chloe told Clark about that (but doesn't say it in a jealous way). He asks if Clark thinks it might have led to brain damage. For the writers? He thinks they should get Chloe to a doctor. He asks Clark to talk to Chloe. He thinks that Chloe's memory may have left him at the altar, but that she might still remember Clark. Clark doesn't look like he's looking forward to that conversation.

Metropolis view from overhead. Chloe walks in to Metropolis General, which is looking more and more like Smallville Medical Center. She asks a woman at a desk where she can find the hospital library. The woman, who is unusually chatty, asks if Chloe is an intern. "Medical student," Chloe replies, "Met U." The woman asks what lucky topic Chloe took up. Chloe says she's studying "Memory loss, synaptic shack (shock?), you know, your basic brain drain." I would kind of dig living in a synaptic shack. Chloe says she tried to find research online, but the cutting-edge stuff seems to be at this hospital. Lucky, that. The woman directs Chloe to the second floor and wishes her good luck. On her way, Chloe runs into Davis. He says he was just thinking about her. Dude, you think about her 24/7, so I don't think it's even worth mentioning. Chloe says he looks exhausted. Thanks? He actually looks fine to me. Yummy, even. She asks if he's working night shifts. He says it's more like Night of the Living Dead, a bit of pointless dialogue inserted only to allow Chloe to tell him not to let his brains get eaten by zombies. Or Brainiacs, for that matter. Chloe remembers that she was supposed to do some research for Davis. She says her crystal ball is on the fritz. Davis says he'd like to cancel the séance altogether. Maybe they should both consult Omarstradamus! Davis says he's decided to let the past rest in piece. You can go get married now, Chloe. What kind of friend asks someone to do a job for them so soon before their wedding? Davis says there's something else he wanted to talk to her about, something he's been thinking about since the day they met. Chloe abruptly cuts him off. "You know what, Davis," she begins and tells him that now is not a good time. Did she sense he was about to pour out his heart? It's not like Chloe to completely forget her manners or bulldoze over someone's feelings. That's Lois's job. Davis, taken aback by the brush-off, says, "Got it." But Chloe has already walked past him. He asks if everything is all right with Chloe and Jimmy. "Jimmy?" she asks, not remembering him at all. Then she remembers. "Oh, right, fiancé!" she says. Davis, concerned, says that Chloe's been there for him a lot and that he can be there for her now. She tells him that her brain is just a little fried right now. "Literally," she says. She says she'll talk to him later. The elevator door closes on her. Davis blows some air in slight frustration.