When the grownups clear the table, Lois turns to Charlotte. "I'm a little squeamish when it comes to the slaughtering of the fatted calf," she says, asking Charlotte to thank her parents for her. She gets up from the table to beat a hasty retreat, but polite little Charlotte calls after her. "We'll never let you leave," she says. "You've been chosen, just like my sister." Lois, finally realizing her role in the Harvest Festival, flees through the door but finds a torch-wielding mob awaiting her. Mr. Cavanaugh raises his arms to the heavens. "Rejoice, my people! We have our sacrifice!" Choruses of "praise the Lord!" go up among the gathering. Lois, finally at the end of her politically correct rope, shouts, "What is wrong with you people!?" as the mob forces her to the ground.
Later, Clark wakes up on the floor of the Cavanaugh house. Lois is kneeling over him, dressed in a modest cotton gown and kapp. Her face looks freshly scrubbed. Relieved to have found her, he clambers up to his feet and hugs her. She explains she was mad at him for keeping her from the rally. "I'm just glad you're okay," he says. "Not for long," she says, telling him of the villagers' plans to sacrifice her. She wants him to super-speed them both away, but he says he's powerless because of all the blue Kryptonite that has infected the people's bodies. "I've got to get far enough away from them so that my powers can come back." Lois remembers Clark healing after she pulled the blue dagger out of him. He's quite awed that she saved his life, mostly so the episode can have the parallel of both of them needing to be saved now and then. Or all the time. They try to find a way out, but the place is surrounded by villagers with a hankerin' for sacrifice. Lois steps on a creaky board that they discover leads to a cellar. It's locked tight, but Lois just happens to have a hairpin that she uses to pick it. See? Another reason Clark Kent should believe in luck! "Whenever the General grounded me, I always found a way to escape," she says as she gets to work on the lock. She tells Clark to change his clothes so he blends in. Girl, these inbred townsfolk see each other every day. I don't care what Clark is wearing, they're gonna notice the sudden appearance of a 6'4" hunk of man in their midst. Lois stops picking the lock long enough to admire Clark's naked back as he takes off his shirt. She sighs dreamily. "Why are we never someplace romantic when he takes off his shirt?" Less gawking, more escaping!