Lana's locker. She's got flyers for the Talon, pictures of crows, a CD taped to the door...wow, what must it be like to get a glimpse into the mind of pink madness? PM'sWB comes down the hall and says he got her message. In case she didn't notice, he says, school's out. She says she was at The Torch doing some research. She has a question. She says somebody found his needle in the trash that day that he threw away. "Technically, that's not a question," he smart-asses. Lana asks if he's diabetic or on some sort of medication. Yeah, he's heroin-deficient. He asks if that was the research she was doing. He says that diabetics are supposed to leave their needles with the school nurse. Lana says seriously that she's not trying to accuse him of anything. He spins it around so it's about her not trusting him and thinking he's a druggie. Well, dude...you sure act like one. Lana follows PM'sWB as he tries to walk off. She says she's trying to be honest with him. He tells her that if she's not sure, she should just say the word and he'll leave. Am I supposed to hate him here? Because Lana's still got him beat by about ten miles in the Unlikable Character race.
In another school hallway. L'il Dead Zone is walking along and accidentally bumps into PM'sWB as he rounds a corner. He has an orange flash. "Ya eyebrows...they're on...fiya!" L'il Dead Zone looks at PM'sWB with something like awe. PM'sWB leaves. Lana asks if he's all right. She asks what he's doing there. He says he's hiding from his dad, who wants to pull him out of school. Lana says that running away isn't the answer. She puts a hand on his shoulder, and he orange-flashes. Lana...she's on...fiya! She's in some sort of warehouse, and there are photos of cheerleaders burning. A sign of a lot for sale is burning, too. Lana isn't an old woman here. A shrine to a girl is in the flames. Screaming. Explosion. "Ya second act plot twist...it's...fiya!" L'il Dead Zone rubs his head. "It's changed...." he whispers. Lana asks what's up. He tells her not to leave. He can't explain, but something awful is going to happen. He says they have to find Clark. Suddenly, a faceless, gloved figure punches him out. The glove rubs a cloth over Lana's mouth as she struggles. She falls unconscious as dramatic strings play.
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The Talon. The marquee reads "Live Music Tonight." Wanna be a little more specific? Inside, music is indeed thumping. A knock on a door. It's Poor Man's Wes Bentley's room upstairs. Chloe knocked, and when there was no answer she just let herself in. She's even got a flashlight equipped. She pokes around. The guy's done a nice job decorating in such a short time. Chloe looks under his bed. She finds a vial with some clear liquid in it. "Last time I heard, breaking and entering was still against the law." It's Lex, God love him. Chloe says she could say the same thing to him. Dumb-ass. Lex says he owns the place. Chloe holds the vial behind her back. Lex says he takes it she has concerns about Lana's new friend. Chloe asks what made Lex go all "cloak and dagger." "Rachmaninov," Lex says. The closed caption spells it wrong. Again. Lex says that when PM'sWB was playing the piece earlier, he had no CD, sheet music, or radio. Lex hands Chloe a photo slide that he found lying around. We don't find out what it is. Lex says that according to PM'sWB transcript, he never took a single music class. Chloe notes that with his computer, music, and fighting skills, he's a Renaissance man. Lex says it's not a crime. "But it certainly piqued your interest," Chloe says. Ha. Chloe's got Gaydar. Lex tells her slyly to lock up on her way out. Because the door was unlocked when she got there. Chloe digs the vial back out of purse, which she'd pocketed. She stands there staring at it, waiting to get caught.