Daily Planet. Chloe is pouring herself some coffee. Jimmy comes out of an office looking dejected. Chloe recognizes the look and figures his meeting with the editor didn't go well. Jimmy is upset that they refused to put someone on his Lex Luthor Egyptian conspiracy story. Surprising. Jimmy insists he had proof. Chloe suggests it wasn't exactly proof, but she does think he was on to something. She says she's sorry. Jimmy says that wasn't the worst of it. Chloe says he can't be demoted since he's at the bottom rung. Jimmy says that Lex made a call and that it got him fired. Jimmy says he managed to talk his way back into the job, but that he'll have to work down in the basement. Chloe says not to knock the basement. She smiles. That brightens Jimmy up a bit. Jimmy whines that he'll be scanning photos into the archive for the rest of his life. Chloe insists that he won't; she thinks Lex's actions mean Jimmy was doing a great job. She puts her arms around him and says he'll be a great photographer one day. Hopefully without Chloe having to prop him up so much.

Lair of Lex. Lex finds Lana, wearing black, on the couch by the fire. She's sipping on what looks like some expensive espresso. He says that he thought she might have had another sweet-tooth attack. She says not to worry; she's not going anywhere. "You sure?" Lex asks. "Not tonight," she answers. Lex says they need to reassess some things. "Because of the box?" she asks. Lex is mad that she lied. "After all your talk about honesty," he says. Lana guesses they're even. She says she's glad the box (box!? It's a COASTER!) was destroyed. Lex is a little angry. He doesn't know how Lana can be so unthreatened after all they've seen. He says it was their only hope for defending themselves. "The human race has survived this long," Lana says. "It doesn't need Lex Luthor to save it." ALIENS, Lana. Alien invaders! Wow, she is so incredibly dumb sometimes it hurts my teeth. Lana says that their conversation (Lex calls it her ultimatum) was interrupted. Lex asks Lana whether she honestly thinks he wouldn't have chosen her. "I guess we'll never know," Lana sadly says. She turns to her espresso, then to the fire. No fucking tonight.