Fortress of Solitude. Zod flies through the frigid Arctic air. For some reason, his contrail is black and smoky. Maybe he's secretly the Smoke Monster from Lost. As soon as he lands inside, he starts going off on a pissy little tirade. "You've refused to speak to me, Jor-El," he gripes. "Now I'll make sure you'll never speak to your son again!" He's also going to unfriend Jor-El on FaceBook, write a mean limerick about him on the bathroom wall, and make bunny ears behind Jor-El's head in all their school pictures. He goes over to the crystal console, but before he can ZOD SMASH! the thing to pieces, he hears footsteps approaching. Tess steps into view. "You're not welcome here," Zod pouts. Yeah, no girls allowed in the treehouse, missy. Tess saunters over to him, gloating about finally finding the place after two years of searching. "How did you get here?" Zod asks. "I flew," Tess says. Zod, never one to pass up an opportunity to make use of his Earth Lit 101 class, compares her to Icarus, flying where he didn't belong. "Icarus was on an ego trip," Tess says. "But I have a higher calling." That... kind of sounds like an ego trip. She's seen the error of her ways and wants to redeem herself. She gives him a flirty look. Zod shoves her into a wall of crystals, pissed that she hid the Book of Rao from him. But it's not Zod's forgiveness she wants. She reaches into her pocket for some Krypto-brass knuckles and proceeds to punch the snot out of him. She rails on him for enslaving humanity in the future she saw, and killing Clark. For some reason, she lets him crawl far enough away from her that the Kryptonite no longer weakens him. "You touched the sun when you freed me from the orb," he says. "You're about to learn what it feels like to get burned." He shoots fire out of his eyes at her. She screams in agony and wishes she'd brought a Kryptonite projectile instead of a melee weapon. Commercials.