Chloe is looking at the screen of her cell phone. She has a message that reads, "To Watchtower. Approaching Target." She's standing at the As-Is Foundation. She turns around and Lois-Alien is standing right there. Chloe, relieved to see Lois, hugs her. Lois-Alien does not respond in kind. Chloe senses something is wrong. "I read your articles, Chloe Sullivan!" Lois-Alien says. What did you think? They were good, right? You can be honest. Did you find them newsy enough? She asks Chloe what she knows about the Kryptonian spacecraft that landed in Smallville. A lot! Tons, really! You wanna go get some coffee? "Where's Clark?" Chloe asks. Lois-Alien says that the man she calls Clark (and whom I call "Doofus") will die in a prison his father created. Chloe asks what she did with Lois. She says she used Lois as a vessel. "Not my first choice," she says (ha!), "but surprisingly flexible." Chloe asks her name. "Faora," she replies. Gesundheit. Is that a name or a kind of fungal infection? "Wife of Zod," she adds. Oh, good, because that guy was a dick. Chloe has heard enough. She tries to run. Faora has superzipped and stands in front of Chloe at the front door. "Where's my son?" she asks. Chloe, scared, says she doesn't know what Faora's talking about. CHOKE HOLD! Faora lifts Chloe up by the neck. Chloe says she can't breathe. Or at least not much more than is required to say those words. Conveniently, she drops some file folders she was holding. Faora looks down and sees a photo of Davis sticking out of the file. Wow. It's that easy. These alien wraiths have all the luck in the world. And some other worlds, too. Faora drops Chloe. She has the decency to thank her, at least. Then she zips away. MILFy!
Former Luthor Manor. Oliver, in his Green Arrow garb, is breaking in. He's got the hood and the sunglasses and the green pleather. He comes in from the upstairs library and leaps over the rail into the former Lair of Lex. He quickly finds the metal box containing the Spencer Gifts Frequency Generator (sans the Lava Lamp attachment). He puts the metal box back onto the generator, then hears a click. Tess is standing behind him, wearing a robe and holding a gun. He turns, raising his arms. "So not the night to mess with me," she says with the wrong inflection. For future reference, Tess, emphasis should have been on "So." "No 'Hello,' no 'How are you?' " Oliver asks in his gross, low computer voice. Tess, still pointing the gun, asks what he knows about the crystal. "That depends," he answers, "how good is your shot?" Considering he's only wearing sunglasses, it's ridiculous that Tess doesn't recognize Oliver when he's standing right in front of her. Wouldn't the height, the chin and his corny sense of humor have tipped her off? Tess asks whom he works for. He says he's self-employed. She advises that getting blood out of leather can be a total bitch. She steps forward. Oliver, acting quickly, throws a dart at her. It hits her shoulder and she begins to fall. He's quick enough to grab her before she hits the floor. He tells her that she won't be able to move for a few minutes, but after that, she'll be back to her normal, cuddly, charming self. He lays her on the couch. Then he takes the generator. He offers to see himself out. It would have been cute if he'd said, "Yoink!"