Lois walks in just then, wearing a beige Robert Stack trenchcoat, letting the door hit the wall as she says, "Hey!" She starts talking as Clark hides his papers. Holding a cup of coffee and carrying her bags, Lois says that she couldn't find proof of the Chupacabra in the Everglades (did you try Mexico?), and that her editor now wants to downsize her. Maybe the editor meant to get her a breast reduction. She says that if she doesn't come up with a good story idea in the next forty-eight hours, she can say "adios" to her weekly paycheck. Maybe you should have said "adios" in a place other than Florida. Lois notices the images on Chloe's computer screen and asks if that's a story. Chloe tries to hide it. Lois lies that normally she'd be hands-off, but that "this puppy needs a bone." Woof. She begs Chloe for help. Chloe says that there's no story for the Inquisitor. Clark suggests that, after a shower and a cappuccino, Lois will think of something. Well, Lois showering always seems to give the writers of this show some ideas. Chloe offers to give Lois some room. Chloe and Clark leave Lois alone. With all their stuff left behind. Smart. Lois snarks that she could have used a little help. She notices a paper in the trash as she throws away her coffee cup. She uncrumples the paper: a photo of Kane and the announcer. Nice one, Chloe. You really need to invest in a shredder. Lois notices some writing on the back wall of the photo: "FR-44." She has a lightbulb moment. "Fort Ryan, Hangar 44," she says out loud.