Graduation! That's a very, very tiny audience. Names are called, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping one of them was, "Omar McChokesondick" or something. The audience is three neat sections of parents and well-wishers so far from the stage for no good reason that you expect them all to bust out into line-dancing out in front. Clark and Chloe -- in caps and gowns with giant yellow "V"s down their chests -- are walking in line. "Seen Lana yet?" Clark asks Chloe. Nice move, dickwad. Chloe says that Lana's never been tardy to school, much less missed it. Oh, that's such crap. She's hardly ever even there. Her photo is on school milk cartons. "She'll be here," says Clark as he and Chloe separate in line. Chloe makes a face.