As soon as Lionel turns away, Clark zips off to the Kent farm. The place is in disrepair. A sign on the barn announces that the farm is (or was) up for auction. Clark walks into the barn. "Mom?" He hasn't quite caught on to how this whole switcheroo thing is working. "Dad?" he calls out. "He isn't here," Tess says from the loft. Clark zips up the steps, relieved to see her until she lays a big, wet kiss on him. He pulls away, confused. She gives him a playful grin. "Stop worrying! Father will never find us here." "Father," he repeats. "Our father?" Tess strips out of her jacket, still thinking this is some kind of odd foreplay. She plays along with her big, dumb, hot, adopted brother, calling herself "as redheaded bastard as it gets." Clark is stunned to realize that Tess is a Luthor. Tess tries to free him from his clothes, but he dutifully informs her that she's mistaken him for someone else. She's hurt until she happens to see his forearm and instead of finding some familiar scar, she finds only smooth skin. She backs away from him. "The bastard!" she curses. "He used the mirror box!" She chides herself for thinking she could have ever trusted her hot, treacherous, alien brother. Clark tells her that he's the one who used the box, then asks her who she's talking about. She calls her Clark the "more fun version" of our Clark, which isn't hard to believe, even though we haven't met him yet. She tells Clark that he's in a darker parallel reality, while the other Clark has traded places with him. "Your kinder, gentler world is about to get an explosive awakening," Tess says. Clark looks slightly worried. He's probably hoping the other Clark doesn't destroy civilization. Or borrow his underpants.
Clark zips over to Metropolis, where the Daily Planet globe has been changed to reflect its LuthorCorp ownership. Clark stands in the middle of the street, looking both confused and depressed. This darker parallel universe is really grungy. Trash litters the streets. Shop windows are boarded over and painted with graffiti. A steel drum burns while the homeless warm their hands over the fire. An older Ford Mustang drives up behind Clark, bumping into the back of his knees. He straightens out the dented bumper before the driver gets out. It's Lois, who's as crappy a driver in this universe as she is in any other, but with shorter hair. Clark is happy to see her, but the feeling isn't mutual. "Of all the people in all the streets in the whole world, you're the person I have to hit?" Well, you didn't have to hit him. I mean, the street was empty and he was just standing there. Try swerving next time. He moves to hug her. She backs away, plainly disgusted with him. "Don't think for a minute that you're going to use this non-fender-bender as another excuse to try to get me fired." "Lois, why would I want to fire you?" he asks. "Because you're a masochist," Oliver says, walking onto the scene. I'm pretty sure he meant to call Clark a sadist, but whatever. Maybe this universe's Oliver isn't as quick with the ready puns and quips. He goes to Lois's side, putting his arm around her waist. That's when Clark notices the diamond engagement ring on her finger. A nosy reporter jams a tape recorder in Oliver's face, demanding a comment on the "land grabs in Smallville." Lois pulls aside the reporter for a chat, leaving Clark and Oliver to talk. "You're engaged?" Clark gawps. "What your employees do with their personal life is none of your concern," Oliver says. He has a scar below his left eye that lets you know he's either been in a bad fight or is naturally clumsy. Also, do they have Justin Hartley wearing blue contacts in these scenes or is it just the weird lighting? Oliver and Lois drive off in her car, glaring at Clark the whole while.