Next thing you know, Clark is conked out in bed. Sadly, he is not snoring or drooling or being anything other than pretty. He even has a slight smile on his face. For some as-yet-unknown reason, the suit he was wearing in the previous scene has been replaced by a disheveled tuxedo. A sound begins to make its way though the fog of Clark's unconsciousness. It sounds like... chewing. Someone or something is nibbling crunchy treats of some kind. Clark slowly opens his eyes, smacks his lips and sees a very sloppy S-shield seared into the ceiling directly above him. The lower half of his face smiles while the upper half frowns. He has no time to figure out the graffiti, because he's just realized that there is a lemur perched on his abdomen. The lemur is wearing a light blue vest and a matching bandolier, with a jaunty little kerchief knotted around his neck. He is nibbling a potato chip and looking around the room like it's no big deal. This one time he got drunk on banana schnapps and ended up as part of a Lady Gaga costume for a week. Clark sits up with a start, dislodging the lemur. As he stumbles out of bed, the room starts to spin. He looks like he's going to vomit. Given his abilities, one hopes it's not projectile. The room is a mess. Propped up against the wall is an inflatable palm tree that may or may not be normal décor. As Clark rubs at his face, he notices that there's a band on his wedding ring finger. He slowly blinks at it for a while, then hears something crash in his closet. With an unusual amount of caution, he opens the door.
Inside is a woman who has apparently spent the evening asleep on the closet floor, her feet propped up against the door. She is mostly buried in layer upon layer of white tulle ruffles. She rocks forward into a sitting position, her identity obscured by the voluminous wedding veil she's wearing. Clark peers at this mystery woman. Perhaps his X-ray vision isn't working, because his next move is to gingerly raise her veil. "Chloe!" The now-recognizable blond frowns up at him. "Clark?" She's as surprised to see him as he is to see her. Ever the gentleman, he offers her a hand up. "What did you do?" he asks. Except, because he's hung over, it sounds like, "Whajoo do?" She doesn't have an answer for that. She looks like she tastes and/or smells something horrible. Also, the rest of her bridal outfit consists of a white bustier, fingerless lace gloves and many layers of jewelry. Clark grabs her left hand, which now bears a wedding band. He gapes at it, then holds up his hand for comparison. "What did we do?" Chloe asks. The lemur pelts the bride and groom with celebratory chip crumbs. Clark makes like Picard and facepalms. Somebody save them! Actually, don't save them. It's more fun to watch them flounder.