Cassandra smiles in a pained way. "What's wrong?" Clark asks. She runs a hand to his puffy, outstretched lips (maybe she thinks they're beefsteaks and she's hungry). Dark music plays. "Someone close to you is going to die," she says, scared. "Very soon." Clark looks like he may have wanted to have a reaction to that, but instead he just moves his eyes down and to the right. That's right, Clark. Emote! Cue the opening credits.
Kent Farm. Check out that windmill a-spinnin'. A blur of blue and a "whoosh" sound effect greet Clark's arrival home. Inside the barn, MamaKent and Bo Duke are sawing and using big, scary power tools. Clark mopily tells them that if they're going to be doing that kind of stuff, they should ask him to do it, since his limbs can't be cut off. MamaKent asks if something is bothering him. "I just think we should put safety first!" he whines. I bet he did one of those safety week posters in second grade and didn't win the contest. Poor, bitter boy. Bo Duke booms that dangerous work is part of farming. Then he blows into the inside of his goggles, which I just don't understand at all. Ma and Pa Kent ask Clark again if anything's wrong. Clark tells them about Cassandra and her premonition of an imminent death. Bo Duke looks skeptical as all get-out -- even though he harbors an alien being in his home -- and says, "You can't let some old...lady scare you with a half-baked prediction." I'm trying to figure out what Bo Duke almost said instead of "lady." Clark has proof: Pete's keys! Compelling, Clark. Compelling. MamaKent says that nobody can predict the future. "But what if she can?" Clark asks, his voice going up a few octaves. Bo Duke opines that even if she knows the future, she can't control it. Wise, yet stupid. Saw buzzing commences as Clark seethes with inner frustration.
Back at the retirement home, a sprightly young man bounds down the stairs wearing what look like blue hospital scrubs. He has goofy, buggy eyes and poor-man's-Cary-Elwes lips. We cut to a room where Young Crusty Man pulls some old newspaper clippings out from under a bed. Words like "strangulation" and "murder trial continues" are headlines on the yellowed papers. He comes to a paper with handwriting on it. The name "Zoe Garfield" is written. He "mmms" at this. Then he walks over to a mirror where he checks himself out. "Fate's giving you a second chance, Harry-Boy," he says to himself. "And this time...they're gonna pay." He points a finger-gun at himself. He's no Robert DeNiro, I tell you what.