Smallville High. The two Torchettes are sitting in the newspaper room, in the dark, when the boy gets a message on his phone. "Glad to see you're carrying my Torch," it reads. It's signed "CS." The Torchettes couldn't be more thrilled. Chloe, you kind of suck at pretending to be dead. Still, that was sweet.

Kent Farm, night. Lois walks into the barn, in which Clark has hung a disco ball. He still had it from when he and Lex used to dance the night away together. He apologizes for missing their dance at the reunion. "Don't worry about me," she says. She tells him she understands. He says he's not worried. But he did miss her. She tries to tell him it would be a bad idea for friends to, you know, dance, and blah blah blah. "Lois, get over here," he says, cutting her off. She starts babbling again then realizes she really needs to shut up. She clasps her hands behind his neck. They start to dance and he promptly steps on her foot. Oops. They each cutely try to take the blame. Finally, he suggests she stand on his toes. They dance and make eyes at each other. "I love you," he says. "I love you, too," she says, near tears. She rests her head on his shoulder. She wants to talk about something, but he asks to postpone it until tomorrow. She nods against his shoulder and they both close their eyes. As they dance, he floats them both a few inches off the ground. Aww. Hope you two enjoy this while it lasts. Things will probably go back to hell soon enough.