Smallville Medical Center. Home to my frequent nightmares. We hear a "ding!" as an elevator stops and Lois rushes out. Clark, wrapped in a cheesy red blanket, lags behind. Maybe it's cheesecloth. Lois pulls him out and tells him to keep up. "Why are we here?" Clark asks, "Error. Function does not compute." Lois wants to get him checked out. Clark: "I am. Fine." Clark's developing a very decent John Kerry impression. Lois diatribes that few people survive lightning strikes, and that even fewer get picked up by well-meaning strangers. Lois finds an Attending and tries to pass Clark over to the guy. Lois explains the amnesia, and tries her damnedest to get out of there as quickly as she can. The Attending tells her that until the police arrive, Clark is her responsibility. Clark wanders around, looks into a mirror, wonders why he feels like he's been here 10,000 times. As he's examining a statue of a cherub (oh God, NO!), Clark slips off his red blanket. Hey, there's a stuffed monkey holding a sign in the corner! An elderly Asian lady walks behind Lois and sees this naked man about to mount a cherub. She gasps as if she's just seen the Rosetta...er, Stone. She gives a very exaggerated up and down look. Lois smirks and tells the Attending to get Clark some clothes. The Asian lady looks like she just had quite the silent orgasm. I don’t remember who said it in the forums, but I too was reminded of Margaret Cho's mom yelling, "Ass-a-BANDITS 4!" when I saw this. They let the scene linger for a few seconds longer than is really necessary. Clark's a hit with the old ladies. We get it.

Jaunty music plays as we get a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower.