Kent Farm. Martha, Clark, Chloe, Oliver, Lois and Clark assemble around the TV, awaiting word of how the vote has gone. Even though it's still light out, the results are in: the VRA has been repealed. Martha bursts into tears of joy. Everybody hugs and hugs. Martha and Clark step away from the rest of the gathering. "I thought that people had given into the hate," Clark says. "I didn't realize how much hope there was out there." This will keep him cheered up for minutes and minutes! He says he wishes he'd had more faith. "I want to be the man you made that suit for." Martha tells him he doesn't need a suit to be a hero, but a bunch of longtime viewers are gonna be ticked if he doesn't give it a test run by the finale. Clark has started thinking that people need to see his face. It's a pretty nice face. He tells her about the future he saw where he was "disguised behind glasses and a bad hair cut." The idea of treating "Clark Kent" as the disguise doesn't sit well with him. Martha says the name and disguise don't matter. He'll always be her son, she says. "So you're saying I should become that hero and step into the light?" he asks. Her eyes fill with tears. "You are the light," she tells him. They hug. Clark smiles as Martha tells him his father would be proud.

Watchtower. Clark, Lois and Chloe walk inside, all filled with purpose and hope. They start taking all the plastic sheets off the computers. [And folding up the sofa bed? - Z] Clark uses a remote to open the iris, letting in the warm glow of the sun. Triumphant music plays.

Kent Farm, night. Tess sits alone in the loft with a copy of The Art of War and a small metal box. She opens the box, revealing a syringe filled with thick-looking, yellow liquid and a vial of more of the same substance. She picks up the vial, turns it over in her hands. It's cyanide. She takes out the syringe and takes the cap off the needle. She looks like she's been crying. When Alexander walks up the steps, she quickly hides the syringe and closes the box. He's wearing a lavender T-shirt and sweatpants. His complexion is sallow and he looks tired. "I feel sick," he says. She makes room for him on the sofa beside her and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. "I'm beginning to forget things," he says. She asks if he remembers what he did yesterday, but he doesn't. "What if I forget everything? What if I forget you?" She pulls him to her chest and rocks him gently. "I promise you that I will make everything OK," she whispers into his hair. He relaxes in her arms. She closes her eyes for a moment, then pulls the syringe from his hiding place. She positions the needle behind Alexander's neck, holds her breath, and brings her hand down. The needle bends on contact with his skin. She stares in horror as tears roll down her cheeks. Alexander remains calm in her arms, unaware of the betrayal. He didn't even feel the needle.