Lana is running. She's wearing a white and blue snowflake sweater and holding a cell phone. She's running through what looks like a warehouse. She tells Clark, "It's happening." Yeah. And it's awful: Lanaville. Clark, alarmed, asks if Lana is there. More static and buzzing on the connection. "Lana?" Clark says. "He's got a gun!" Lana yells as she runs, holding the phone. We see a gunshot clip a wall as Lana turns a corner and runs past it. Also on the line: an announcer giving the results of a basketball game. Lana bursts out of the warehouse back door and into a rainy night. She runs down some metal stairs. "Clark! Please!" she yells. Clark listens with all his might (but not his superhearing yet). A guy in a blue jumpsuit exits through the same door Lana ran out of. He's holding a rifle. Lana runs in slow motion. Clark keeps saying Lana's name. A shot is fired. Lana is shot right in the back. Blam! Capped! She falls and lands face-down in a puddle of water. Hey, I know I can be harsh on Lana sometimes, but this is ice-cold, y'all. "Lana!" Clark yells into his end of the phone conversation. Close-up on Lana's dropped cell phone. Lana lies unconscious. At the crisis center, Clark tells Pete to call the police, and gets out of there. Close-up on the bullet hole in the back of Lana's sweater. Dark blood spreads outward as the camera pulls back from a sky view. Lightning flashes. Lana's dead, baby. Lana's dead.