Metropolis. The neatest, most orderly cemetery I've ever seen, covered with what appears to be Astroturf. One big slab sits up and in the middle. That's where Lex is, putting a flower at a gravestone; he's wearing his trademark purple shirt and black blazer. It reads, "Lillian Luthor. Loving Wife and Mother. 1951-1993." Sad music plays. In the shiny black marble reflection, we see a woman walk up behind Lex. Without turning around, he asks the woman what she's doing there. The woman gently says that she's there for the same reason Lex is: the anniversary of the dead person's death. The woman has red hair and looks like an older, gentler Cynthia Nixon. Lex asks where she's been for nine years. He says that his mother's Luthorcorp stock surely helped ease the pain. "Is that what your father told you?" the woman asks. Lex smiles and looks away. "All those years, I thought you loved me," Lex says. Awww. Poor Lex. The woman says that Lex has a right to be angry, but that they need to talk. Lex says that there's nothing she could say that would interest him. "Goodbye, Pam," he says, and walks off. As Pam looks on after Lex, we see a statue of an angel in the background. It's holding two cups -- one with a flame, the other with a water fountain. I'm guessing that if those are representative of two kinds of lives, Lex will eventually move toward the flaming side.