A short while later, he emerges from a nearby phonebooth, dressed in his work clothes. He holds one hand to his temple in the international sign for "Ow, my head!" Lois screeches onto the scene in a red Chrysler. She rushes up to Clark, asking if she's missed the Blur. "He was long gone by the time I got here," Clark says. They joke about the phonebooth, but I'm too busy ducking anvils to recount it here. Lois stomps around the crime scene with Clark in tow. She comes to two cop cars that are parked together fender to fender, so instead of walking the extra seven or so feet around like a normal person, she decides to climb over them in her skinny skirt and high heels. She promptly slips and falls backward and into Clark's waiting arms. She braces her hand on his manly biceps and says, without opening her mouth, "Well, hello-o-o, sailor!" Clark knits his brows together to let us know he's confused. Lois clambers down from his grasp and he's all, "What did you just say?" "Nothing," she says. She tells him to get his hearing checked, then calls him "Hot stuff" with what passes for her thoughts. Clark looks even more confused. Somebody save him!

Daily Planet. Clark's in the elevator, doing a passable job of looking at a folder of work stuff, when the quality of light changes again and he rubs his temple to let us know he's feeling it. In the screen I have it paused on, Tom Welling's hand is bigger than his whole head. Either he has ginormous hands or a wee nubbin of a noggin. Out of nowhere, he hears Lois's disembodied voice going on about how little energy she has. She needs coffee -- no, wait! A B-12 shot! People still get those? Her voice goes on to babble about the lessons about underwear taught to her by "The General." I'm not able to picture her stern, strict father teaching her about underwear. Clark's in the elevator looking about as confused as a puppy who's just been shown the TV for the first time. Lois's voice complains about her thong underwear when the elevator door opens and there she is, surreptitiously picking her panties out of her ass. She freezes when she sees Clark, but it's not like the half-dozen people behind her didn't see her. She joins Clark in the elevator. He suppresses a smile and notes that Lois is in a good mood. She says she'd be in a better mood if the Blur had stuck around for a quote, so they'd know what happened at the factory. Clark says the Blur saved the hostages: "End of story." I expect the investigative journalism awards to start rolling in any time now. Lois goes on about how the "word on the street" is that their bomber isn't the one responsible. Yes, that would seem obvious from the fact that he was bound and gagged like the other hostages. I don't see why this is even up for the teensiest debate.