Daily Planet. Lois shows up to start her workday and finds a box of chocolates waiting on her desk. "I miss you, too, Clark," she sighs. She hears from a radio on her desk that a "mysterious patriot" has decided to sign up for the VRA. She looks worried. "Psst, Lois!" a voice whispers from the doorway. She turns and finds Oliver, wearing a crap disguise of a baseball cap and sunglasses. For some reason, she makes a vampire joke. He explains that he had to go through a lot of trouble to get there (including using a body double, who I'd love to see someday) and asks if she's covering the vigilante signing. Of course she is! She rails about how stupid this mystery hero must be and Oliver's like, well, it's me! I'm the stupid one! She drags him off to a quiet corner of the office. "Are you out of your mind?" she asks. "The VRA is a steaming pile of Spanish Inquisition, served up with a side of fear and loathing!" But it comes with your choice of free toppings! Sadly, the toppings contain potassium benzoate. Oliver points out that they need to find out what happens to those who register. Besides which, he stepped in when Clark was the first one to volunteer. Lois is stunned, since Clark didn't even mention it to her. Oliver tries to calm her down, but she's not having it. "Here I thought Clark and I were finally driving on the honest relationship road, and then bam! Blindsided!" She keeps complaining about Clark's lack of disclosure. Instead of reminding her that they kind of have more important issues than her relationship right now, Oliver tries to assure her that Clark didn't purposely leave her out. That just upsets Lois more. "It slips his mind to mention something this big to me but he'll discuss it with you?" Oliver looks away. His silent guilt makes Lois realize Clark has talked about it with others, too. Oliver again tries to make her feel better. Clark is protective! You're important! She has tears in her eyes.

Aquarium of the Atlantic, Miami. A.C.'s hanging out poolside with some white-sided dolphins when Clark shows up. He wants to talk, but A.C. declines: "I've got greater responsibilities now." "Blowing up oil rigs?" Clark asks. "Is that responsible?" In his defense, A.C. says he didn't hurt anyone. You know, except the ocean that he's supposed to love. Clark accuses him of working with someone, so A.C. accuses him of not trusting him. The verbal slap-fight thus won, he turns his back on Clark. "You're not going anywhere," Clark says. Suddenly a wall of water pushes him into the pool. Oh, no! He'll be molested by bi-curious dolphins! Clark surfaces and sees the auburn-haired lass joining A.C.'s side. "Oh, and if you thought I was working solo," A.C. starts. She finishes: "You haven't met his wife." Clark fumes in the water over how dumb that dialog was. He didn't think you were working solo. That's why he accused you of working with someone! He's going to take the commercial break to figure out if A.C. hit his head on a coral reef. Repeatedly.