Hospital. Faora is playing with some pretty white flowers in an exam room. Davis enters. He offers her a cup of coffee. He says it won't sober her up, but it'll help clear away the cobwebs. Faora, staring lovingly, says that Davis may not recognize her, but he's the spitting image of his father. Do Kryptonians use the phrase "Spitting image?" Do they even spit? Davis smiles. He's not buying it. He thinks she's on drugs. He starts to examine her, using his trusty "Pen-light in the eye" method. "You don't know who you are," Faora says flatly. She informs him that he's experiencing blackouts and missing pieces of his life. "Your body's still evolving," she says. Freaked out, Davis asks how she knows that. She says that before they were phantoms, she and Zod were unable to have children. She says they created him. "You created me?" he asks. She says that he arrived on Earth as genetic matter containing her planet's most powerful life forms. She says that over time, he would evolve to become Earth's ultimate destroyer. Neat! Davis goes from freaked out to confused. "I drive an ambulance," he tells her. She puts a hand on the side of his face. She says the duty of a child is to continue the legacy his parents began. She thinks their family is meant to take the planet as their own. She's disappointed how nice he's treating humans. She thinks he's still too weak to fulfill his destiny. Davis looks a bit hurt. But not as bad as he's going to be. Faora tears off a metal railing from a nearby bed. She shoves the metal right through Davis's torso. He grimaces. She pulls the metal out. He stumbles and falls, knocking over a lamp. The lamp flickers in front of him. He bleeds all over the floor. Faora, on the floor, whispers in his ear. "Trust me, my son. That which kills you makes you stronger." The strings of doom play as Davis sputters and dies. "I'll be back when you're ready," she says. She leaves the room as we end up on a close-up of his slackening face.