A plain red credit card slides across a table. Lana takes it and carries it along with a tray at The Talon. She's wearing blue again. Could this be the end of her pink cycle? "Hey Lana," Clark says behind her. He's wearing primary red. Together they're...damn, I'm not good with the color wheel. Together they're...is "Awful" a color? Lana says she hasn't seen Clark in a while. He's got a red backpack too? That's a lot of red, Clark. You might want to try earth tones that aren't volcanic. Clark says he thought this way might easier. "Easier on whom?" Lana asks. On the viewers, maybe? Clark says he didn't come to upset Lana. He says he's doing a story on Frog Boy for the Torch. "That's great, Clark," Lana says in a way that shouts that it really isn't. "What do you want to know?" Clark says that Lana told the police the former Pasty Boy (now deceased) had a friend with him when he approached Lana. Lana so did not notice that. She could barely collect herself to say "Hi." Clark asks Lana to ID the guy, and shows her a copy of the yearbook. She finds him right away: "Van McNulty." Worst name ever. I mean, I got shit about my name growing up, but "Van McNulty"? It's like a bully's wet dream. I can't improve upon that at all. He shall forever more be "Van McNulty." I'm going to try it without quote marks now: Van McNulty. Goddamn, that's hilarious. Lana brusquely says she's glad she could help. She starts to walk away, but Clark grabs her by the hand the way guys who've fucked up do, all, "Aw, baby, I didn't mean to sleep with your sister!" Clark touches Lana's arm but they end up holding hands. You broke up! We all saw it! Knock that off! Lana asks if this is on or off the record. It can be on the floor if you want, girl. Daaaaaammmn! Clark says he's sorry he hasn't stopped by. Lana says she knows they're not together anymore (DISMISSED!), but that Clark doesn't need an excuse to come see her. Just a total lack of sense.