Metropolis General Hospital. Hey, long time no see! People haven't been getting hurt that much lately. Dr. Hamilton walks into that one all-purpose room we always see and finds Lois waiting for him. "I need to know where Clark is," she says. "Oliver's in trouble, and Clark could be, too." She knew to come to Hamilton because Clark has mentioned his name before. He plays dumb so she grabs a pair of really long forceps off a table. She grabs him from behind and holds the forceps up to his neck. They're not remotely sharp, but Hamilton looks pretty nervous anyway. "I know you're in his superhero club," Lois says, "so unless you want a sudden tracheotomy, you will tell me where he is, ASAP." Hamilton instantly squeals like a pig. Wuss. Now armed with the info she needs, Lois releases him and hands over the forceps. "For the record, you knew I was bluffing, right?" He just smiles like he admires her gumption. I'd punch someone for grabbing me, bluffing or not. Maybe he's a masochist.