Adventures in canning. In the Kent Kitchen, Bo and MamaKent are canning up some peaches. Looks mighty fine, I tell ya. Mighty fine. Bo is complaining to MamaKent that they can't even tell if Clark's visions are real. He thinks that they might be another test from Jor-El. Jor-El really needs to invest in a ScanTron machine if he's going to keep this shit up. MamaKent says that Clark is usually determined for a reason. A very pink reason. MamaKent says that they can't blame Clark for wanting to know more about his birth parents. We've not really established that Clark has more than a male parent. I'm sticking with the monosexual theory. Bo says that all he can think of when he hears Jor-El's name is that they're not his "real birth parents." He said it, not me. MamaKent says that right now Clark is there with them. But, not there there. There out somewhere. Oh, there there is Clark. He walks in and throws his jacket on the table. Nice manners, dickweed. MamaKent asks whether Clark has had any more of the visions. He was going to ask for a bowl of cereal, but damn! Parents just don't understand. "No," Clark lies. Bo apologizes for doubting Clark. Bo says that they can go out to the barn, where Louise was killed (family death fun!) to see if Clark missed anything. Clark suddenly notices a rifle mounted up on the wall. "That's grandpa's gun," Clark says. He goes over to touch it and hold it and love it. Clark says he saw that gun in the first vision he had in the cave. Clark grabs the butt of the gun. (Would that it was the first rustic, older butt he'd ever grabbed.)

Flash to: somebody whaling on Joe in the stomach, then in the face, with that same rifle butt. Joe pushes the attacker guy down and takes his gun like so much candy from a child who is more than an infant, but less than a pre-teen. Joe points the rifle at the man and says he doesn't want any trouble. He's just cutting through the man's field. The man -- wearing a hat and looking quite the farmer -- says that Joe already killed one person, and the whole town is looking for him. Joe says he didn't do it. He tosses the rifle back. It doesn't accidentally fire and shoot the farmer. "I'm not a killer," Joe says. His voice shakes as he says, "I loved her. I'd never hurt her." The farmer decides to trust Joe. "I'm Hiram," he says, "Hiram Kent." They shake hands.

Flashy flash to the flash flash! "The drifter was here," Clark says, and I mimic him with my best Christopher Walken. "Your leaves. They're on fire. And the paperboy! He threw the paper...the paper in your YARD!" Clark tells Bo and MamaKent that the drifter met Grandpa Kent. Bo and MamaKent don't know what the hell to believe.