Africa. Lois is wandering around the camp when Carter catches up to her and apologizes for last night. "I guess I got a little too caught up in my story," he says. She says she knows it's an autobiography. Carter doesn't respond, so she shows him a slip of paper she found in the book. It reads: "To Carter, My once and ever Prince. With Love, Shayera, Shanghai 1824." Carter still tries to deny it. "Let's just say I wasn't born yesterday," Lois says. "You're not the only one of Clark's friends with a mysterious past." "Clark did say you were wise beyond your years," Carter says. Carter just hopes that the night before will stay between them. "I'm not sure Clark would forgive me if he knew," he says. Lois smiles and agrees to keep it a secret. She asks him about the story. Carter tells her he's been hearing his wife's voice lately and then saw a vision of her. "When that happens," he says, "I know I'll be joining her soon in a new life." But to do that, he has to die. "It's time I meet my destiny, Lois." Carter says he wants Lois to meet hers, as well. "He can't do it without you," Carter says. "You're his Shayera." Lois denies it, insisting her future is in Africa. Carter starts talking about how Nietzsche said we shouldn't live for the future, but the present. And yet, you keep talking about the future. "He thought that people who chased after some far-off future dream were really running away from their true destiny," he says. DESTINY! DESTINY! DESTINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FATE! FATE! DESTINY! Because they haven't said it quite enough this episode. Lois scoffs, but Carter painstakingly works the conversation around to the "Übermensch " philosophy so that Lois can translate it for us as "Superman." "Nietzshe believed we could all be one," Carter says, "in our own way." Triumphant horn music plays.
The music crescendos. In Metropolis, Clark walks down a long hallway with a determined look on his face. His hair is slicked back. He walks out onto the roof of the Daily Planet building. He holds his flight ticket to Cairo as he stands at the ledge, looking over the city. He lets the ticket slip from his hand. The camera pans around his back. He's wearing... he's wearing... I don't know how to describe it. It's a deep red leather jacket, with quilted padding on shoulders. The S-shield is embossed on the chest. The tailoring and straining of the fitted leather make his pecs look sort of boobish. The jacket is unzipped to show a blue tee underneath. I bet the jacket makes creaky leather sounds when Clark runs at super-speed. Even still, as cheesy as the whole thing is, with the American flag flapping and the golden globe behind him, it's kind of a nice moment. Heroic music plays as Clark poses. Then the credits roll. Clark probably goes for a sandwich or something.