Chloe's hospital room. Seriously. What's up with all the colors? That can't be therapeutic. Clark shows up at her room with some weak-looking flowers. Chloe smiles big when she sees Clark. She says he's her first visitor. Since she's been awake, I'm guessing. Chloe says she feels like a million bucks, thrown in the washer and set on spin. Um, maybe you should rest a little longer, Chloe. That morphine has dulled your edges a little. Chloe points out the flowers people have sent. The ones Lex sent are a huge circle of white tulips. Chloe says it makes her feel like she won the Kentucky Derby. That Chloe. She's such a pistil. Nurse! More morphine! Stat! Clark offers his piddly, weedy little bouquet. "They're beautiful, Clark," Chloe says. "They're my favorite." Clark apologizes for letting her get hurt. Chloe snarks that she's perturbed at Clark because he didn't prevent the fall of the Roman Empire, thereby making him responsible for the Dark Ages. Where's that intubator when you really need it? Clark looks a little confused by her last remark, then he smiles and thanks her. Clark asks whether Chloe remembers anything about the accident. She remembers the tattoo on the guy's forearm, which she describes as a sort-of octagon. "What's going on, Clark?" Chloe asks. What, she doesn't already have a conspiracy theory? Clark says he'll do some digging. "Clark Kent, Investigative Reporter," Chloe says smoothly. "Has a nice ring to it." Did somebody put tangy cheese sauce in her IV? Clark leans over and kisses Chloe on the forehead. "You get some rest," he tells her. "I'll try," Chloe drawls, in a kissy haze. Chloe thanks Clark as he leaves. She smiles hugely after he's gone.
Lex and Lana walking down the stairs inside the dilapidated Talon. She. Won't. Shut. Up. About her childhood memories of being eighth-row center at the theater where the problems of the outside world just disappeared. Didn't her parents get smooshed right outside the theater? "It's like being transported to a magical place," Lana finishes, to a very unimpressed Lex. A magical place? Like the empty, poppy flower landscape inside her skull? Lex asks Lana why the theater is really so important to her. Could it be...her PARENTS? It is. Lex asks if he's supposed to preserve this monument to "Lana Lang's sentimental memories." Ha. Go Lex. He adds, "You're a teenager, Lana. Mercurial doesn't do you justice." Lana tries to look angry, but instead she smiles and tries to figure out what "mercurial" means. "I thought you'd understand," she mopes. Lex says it's business. "This town needs a parking garage," he says. Lana asks if he's going ahead with his plans. Lex says she hasn't given him a reason not to, and excuses himself. Lana goes all "whatever" with her body language and lets him pass. Maybe she could get the Neutrogena folks to open up a Bath and Body Works.