The next day, the newspaper tells the story: "Clark Kent Alien From Krypton!" The picture of Clark underneath the headline has him in his typical red jacket and blue shirt combo, posing like it's his high school yearbook picture. Clark stands besides the newspaper display outside a newsstand, admiring his and Lois's handiwork instead of wondering if he should worry about being vivisected. People start noticing him. Which is normal, because 1. anyone who looks like Tom Welling is going to get noticed, and 2. he's wearing the exact same outfit now as he is in the paper. An older gentleman from the newsstand hands him a free copy. He says, "For fifty years I've watched this city get eaten alive by crime. But you picked us up, Kent." A little boy comes up to him wearing blue and red and asks for his autograph. Clark happily obliges. A group of teen girls goes by, taking pictures with their camera phones. People start coming out of nearby shops, smiling and applauding him. Clark smiles back. A guy drives by in an SUV, looking out the window and waving and honking so much I thought for sure he was going to have a wreck and require some rescuing. Instead, the person who needs help is a teen girl who flings herself off a second storey fire escape, shouting "Catch!" Clark superzips over and catches her neatly. She kisses him on the cheek, saying, "I'll fall for you any day, Clark." Bystanders rush to take their pictures and Clark starts to look a little unsure about things. Just then, a watery rushing sound announces Linda's arrival. She's suddenly standing behind Clark, looking like her makeup gun got set to "whore" and then some. She's pissed: "You may have scooped me, but I will have the last word." She morphs away, in plain view of all the cameras, but no one seems to notice besides Clark. He stands in the middle of the crowd, alternately smiling and looking around helplessly.