Later, Clark is back at the office, studying the guilty bullet. It's somewhat accordion-shaped from its efforts but the letters "A R N T" are still visible on its side. A shaken Cat is at her desk, speaking on her cell phone in hushed tones. "Don't tell him it's me," she says to someone. "He'll just get upset." She cancels some prearranged "pickup" and then hastily hangs up when Clark approaches her. "You want to tell me what you got caught up in?" he asks. "Someone did just try to kill you." Cat tries to cover her secrets with a layer of kitty litter, but it's that cheap stuff and the stink of crap still comes through. She babbles about how Clark, much like Lois, sounds like a conspiracy theorist. "Always railing against the establishment, the normal people," she says. "Normal," Clark echoes. "Like you and me," she chirps. "God, it must have been hard listening to her justifications for all these alternative values and lifestyles." Clark gets puffy with indignation. It's not a lifestyle choice! Some of us are born that way! That we enjoy the company of other men in tight leather outfits is none of your concern! Cat laughs to think Clark might actually think all these vigilantes are "part of the natural plan." She pronounces them without a moral center. "That's easy to say when they can't come out and defend themselves," Clark says. Cat disagrees; the vigilantes could come out of the shadows any time but choose not to. She starts to relay something Godfrey said, but Clark tries to get back on task by telling her about the bullet. Cat is stunned. "Why would anyone want to kill me?" she asks. Clark goes through a long list in his head, but takes her to hide out in Smallville anyway.