Talon, nighttime. Chloe, on her laptop, is giving Clark a crime research assist. She finds there were a dozen people missing in Metropolis in just the last month. Clark says you'd think that was newsworthy. Chloe complains, just like anyone who has left a newspaper, that newsworthiness has nothing to do with what's on the front page. I'm confused. Are they saying The Daily Planet is a crappy newspaper now? I'm never sure what's supposed to be true about that on this show. Clark stares at Chloe as she sits facing away from him. She can sense it. She says she hopes Clark has the safety on his heat vision cocked. Clark goes, "Whu?" Chloe complains that Clark's been staring at her. He says she and Davis have been spending a lot of time together. He's sure she won't want to talk about it. Chloe assures him she loves trudging through stagnant water. Clark says she's moving on kind of fast, and that he doesn't know what she sees in the guy. Look at him! He's FOINE! Chloe says it was just dinner. She says he's kind, supportive and a strong shoulder to lean on, something she really needs right now. She implies Clark hasn't noticed this need. Clark says he has a bad feeling about the guy. Chloe chastises Clark for his "'Meet me out in the back for a duel' mentality." Clark says the guy disappears all the time, is full of secrets and doesn't even have a record of his childhood. Chloe says that sounds familiar. Clark says he doesn't collect gruesome crime photos in his locker and doesn't always show up as the first EMT at murder crime scenes. Chloe frowns. She just saw on her screen that a vehicle was found burned outside Smallville, and it had plates belonging to Davis. Perhaps they should investigate.

We see an eye open. It's surrounded by burnt tissue and bandages. The camera pulls back to reveal Davis, his face bloodied and surrounded by white bandages made pink in places by his wounds. Tess opens a set of blinds to let in sunlight. Oh, God, it BURNS! But only if you're a vampire. She asks if he was expecting a chorus of angels. She's holding what looks like a bowl of rice. She sits on the side of the bed where Davis lies and apologizes for the state he's in. She says she was just trying to kill him, but it's harder than she thought. She pulls off some bandages on his face. His face is full of scars, but pretty healthy-looking for a guy who just got blown the fuck up. He asks who she is and why he's there. She shushes him and says he's safe. I guess that's relative. She says if the world knew he was a serial killer, he'd never stop running from torches. "You got the wrong idea about me, lady," Davis croaks. Tess says it's not his fault he was born with a killer instinct. She admires his "altruistic" choice of victims and compares him to a bat kept around to get rid of the parasites. Davis says slowly, "I can't... control myself." She says that suicide really wouldn't work for a guy who can't be killed. After admitting what he did, he seems to backtrack: "I am not... who you think I am." "No," Tess corrects, "you're not who you think you are." Tess picks up the Veritas book that was on the nightstand. She says that after she learned what Davis had been doing in Metropolis, she looked into his background. We now see that Davis has his whole body wrapped in bandages. She discovered he has no background. She says she hit a dead end until she inherited the book. "Stole it, if I'm being honest," she adds. She thinks it might jog his memory. She says the book belonged to Papa Luthor. She says it tells the story of a boy who fell to Earth the day a meteor shower destroyed a Kansas town. She says she's beginning to believe the boy didn't come here alone. Good, because that would just be bad parenting.