Hey, nice windmill ya got there! Heh. I love that joke. Lana and Evan are way, way up high on a huge windmill. It's got racing stripes. "You're right," Evan tells Lana. "The whole world is right there." Oh, right. You didn't make it to "world" in the encyclopedia. He sees a few trees, some grass, and Metropolis off on the horizon. He says it's beautiful. Lana smiles, because she thinks he's talking about her. She's glad he got a chance to see it. Helicopter shot of the two of them on top of that rig. I imagine Lana's light enough to just blow away with a meager breeze. We cut back to Evan as he starts to glow and buckle in pain. Lana wonders how she could have ever foreseen such an event. Clark suddenly whooshes into the scene and up the windmill, catching Lana as she's about to fall. He tells Lana she has to go. Lana: "No, Clark, we have to help him!" He tells her there's no time, and that she has to go, now. "Clark!" Evan moans. "Go!" Clark yells. Lana climbs down the stairs. Clark holds Evan as he lies down, in pain. Clark says it's all right, and that he's there. Evan says he's sorry for what he said earlier. Clark says it's fine. Evan: "I'm glad it was you and Lana who found me." Aww. Really? I guess the kid doesn't know from the Huxtables. "I think you found us," Clark says. We hear a rumbling. "It's happening!" Evan cries. "I feel it! You'd better go!" Clark refuses. He's not leaving. "I wish you had been my father, Clark," Evan says, and it does indeed pull at the heartstrings. Even my blackened, charred ones. Evan winces. He starts to glow in tie-dyed colors. Clark hugs him. We get an overhead view as Clark's jacket appears to be the size and color of a certain famous cape. Mmm, Cheez Whiz. Lana ducks behind her SUV. The windmill starts to explode. Lots of colorful effects. Then it's over. Lana gets up to see what happened. She calls for Clark. Clark emerges, looking like he just got shot in the face by Daffy Duck. There's smoke everywhere. Lana asks if he's all right. "I got clear, uh, just before," he says. Hey, man. I'm sorry your kid blew up. "Where's Evan?" Lana asks. Clark thinks about that for a minute, and then says, "He's gone." Depressed yet? You're soaking in it.