Suddenly Oliver is standing across the room. Chloe runs into his arms. Oliver starts to ask if he just saw Clark, but Chloe cuts him off in mid-sentence. "Ollie, something is wrong with Clark." This isn't news to Oliver, who says that's why they need to get out of there. "Let me run away with you this time," he says. She looks up at him, confused. "I would never ask you to do that," she tells him. Well, maybe that's why he's offering. That way, you don't have to ask! He assures her it's OK. "We don't have to try so hard to be heroes," he says. Not even just for one day. Oliver heads for the door and holds out his hand. He says there are other people who can stay and fight. He flaps his fingers impatiently, urging her toward him. "Just take my hand," he says. She smiles, takes two steps in his direction, then frowns. The whispering from earlier is back. [Smoke monster! - Z] "Who are you?" Chloe asks. She shakes her head as if clearing it. She thinks hard and realizes, "This isn't happening." Oliver blinks out of view.
Lois walks into the room behind Chloe, flickering like a computer image before remaining solid. "You aren't real, either," Chloe says. Fake Lois doesn't seem concerned by that. She thinks she's real enough to make Chloe wonder if she'll ever be as happy and Lois and Clark. Given how prone to moping Clark is, I don't think it'll be hard. "You envy what we have," Fake Lois says. She and Chloe circle around each other. "I have only ever been happy for Lois and Clark," Chloe says. She thinks a bit and latches on to the envy that Fake Lois mentioned. She thinks out loud: "Leaving with Ollie would be sloth and Clark's kiss is lust." She realizes she's being tempted. Fake Lois congratulates her. Man, Erica Durance has some arched eyebrows. Fake Lois says none of this changes how Chloe feels. "You just have to admit it." She tries to taunt Chloe, saying she gave up everything that Lois has and now she wants it back. Nah, she knows it's too close to the series finale for that kind of an arc. Chloe orders Fake Lois out of her head.
Reality returns. Chloe's still strung up on a hook, showing off her well-groomed armpits. Desaad paces around her, gives her a few lusty looks and corrects her that it's the heart and not the head he's concerned with. He blathers about how the heart is both man's asset and weakness. That's exactly how I feel about potatoes. Delicious, starchy potatoes. Chloe scoffs. "So, you're just gonna put me through the Seven Deadly Sins House of Horror and try to convert me into one of your Dark Denizens?" Awful, awful dialog. That Mack can get through it while tied up, soaked and probably freezing is laudable. "Oh, you might balk," he says, "but it's worked for me for a very long time." He runs the tip of a knife up the front of her dress, pausing for a moment at the Chloeavage. With a flick of his wrist, he releases her from the hook. He circles around her, caressing her shoulders with the blade of the knife. He talks about sin and her vulnerability. She glares at him, defiant. "You know what I am," he says. "You know what I'm capable of." He places the hilt of the knife in her hands and the tip of the blade at his throat. He invites her to kill him. If she doesn't, all her friends will die. She breathes hard, thinks about it for a while, but knows he's pushing wrath. "Nice try, but I'm stronger than that."