Chloe asks about Oliver's own loss: "I'm sure that Lois didn't have to drag you into the woods kicking and screaming." She sits on the porch railing and Oliver joins her. "Funny thing about scars," he says, "they're always there." Chloe looks sad for a moment and bows her head, not meeting his eyes, until he adds that it doesn't mean the scars haven't healed. "Sometimes they can be kind of cute, too," he adds. Chloe smiles like she can't help herself. He mentions a scar of hers that he's particularly partial to, but she cuts him off with a kiss. She pulls away, smiling, and whispers, "Shh." They smile at each other and the scene ends with a distance shot of them sitting on the porch, nose to nose. The whole thing was sweet and honest and realistic. What show is this?
Talon, night. A very much alive Lois walks into the apartment, Clark trailing behind her. Lois thinks they should skip bed and breakfasts for a while. Clark thinks it could have been worse. Seriously? People were possessed, at least one person died, and you didn't get laid. Your bar is set way too low, dude. Lois basically points out the same thing. "Well, we did get to see the world's largest ball of yarn," Clark says. Heh. "All thanks to my stellar sense of direction," Lois jokes. She says Clark would be lost without her. He smiles, but says nothing. This thing called "silence" is strange and confusing to Lois, so Clark makes his purpose clear by hoisting her up onto the kitchen counter. He kisses her. Tinkly music of impending nookie begins to play. As they kiss, he slides her jacket off her shoulders. Things seem pretty hot and heavy until Lois's cellphone rings. She offers to let it go to voice mail, but Clark says it might be important. She giddily grabs her phone and takes a few steps away from Clark for privacy. She answers and a familiar, computer-modulated voice greets her. "It's you," she breathes. "I was wondering... hoping that you'd call again." She sounds positively smitten. The voice of the "Blur" asks her to get information on Tess. Lois assures him he's come to the right girl. Of course, it's not really the real Blur, since the real Blur is in her living room with a raging boner. Rather, it's Zod, pacing around the Kent home, using Clark's special cellphone. Lois says she wants to help him. Zod pauses to look at a picture of Clark with Jonathan. "You can't tell anyone about it," Zod says. Lois looks back at Clark, who's obliviously flipping through a magazine in the other room. She promises not to tell anyone she's helping him. With a whoosh, Zod is suddenly standing on a rooftop in Metropolis. "I wouldn't ask if weren't a matter of life or death," he says. He hangs up. The music amps up to a shrill, atonal crescendo... and then the episode is over. I bet Zod spends all night sending texts to people, running up Clark's cell phone bill. Ooh, that'd cheese him off!