Daily Planet. A down-page A1 story has a headline that reads, "Lex Luthor donates millions to rebuild city." That's a hell of an indent on that story, and it's missing a byline. Clark, dressed down in tablecloth red-checkered flannel, walks in as Chloe is standing, reading that story in the paper. "How's this for a megadose of guilt money?" Chloe asks him, handing Clark the paper. Clark says that he has bigger news. "I sneezed," he says seriously. Chloe says, "...And?" Clark says that it's not normal. It's evil! The spirits are in his sinuses! Chloe says that nothing with Clark is very normal, and that she doesn't think it's a big deal. Clark starts to say something, and then pauses. Chloe tries to hand Clark a tissue, but he turns and sneezes. Dust and papers fly everywhere, and one woman's dress flies way up. I was expecting a close-up on that, but somebody showed restraint. That area of the newsroom is in disarray. Chloe looks surprised. "Gesundheit!" she says. Clark tells Chloe that he has a cold. No one in the newsroom comes over to figure out where that blast of snot came from. Nice. ["Eh, it's just a newspaper office -- why would you expect anyone there to be inquisitive?" -- Wing Chun] Chloe grabs Clark and ushers him out of there. Clark says that, this time, he halfway covered his mouth, but earlier he blew the doors off the barn. He says that the door almost hit Lois, and that now she's digging for the truth and won't stop until she hits China. I say we let China have her. Chloe says that she'll handle Lois, but tells Clark to take care of his cold. Chloe wants to prevent "Hurricane Clark." Clark Kent does not care about journalist people. Clark starts to sneeze again, and Chloe dives over some files to protect them. "Just kidding," Clark says and walks out. Ha ha, good one, Clark. You're a regular Buddy Hackett. Chloe rolls her eyes and chuckles.
Metropolis at night. Papa Luthor sits in his neon-lit office, which doesn't seem to have suffered much in the recent cataclysm. He sits at his desk, flipping over papers, as Lex strides in saying, sarcastically, that he'd forgotten what a concerned parent he has. Lex asks, pissily, if that's why Papa Luthor is having him followed -- to make sure he doesn't destroy the rest of the world? Dude, your body did almost destroy the world. It wouldn't be a bad idea if he was having your possessed ass followed. Papa does his usual bad-ass comeback, saying that if Lex was being followed by his men, he'd never know it. Lex tells Papa that his powers are gone, and that there won't be an encore performance. Aw. Now I'm sad. "Elvis has left the building," Lex adds as he prepares to exit. Papa tells Lex emphatically that if he wants to know who's following him, he should try to remember "every single minute detail of that horrific day." Lex says, "Well, I guess I should have kept a blog."Didn't Lex already have one? Lex says that he suffered a total memory loss. He says that, except for what Lana's told him (and what the news channels should be reporting twenty-four hours a day right now), those hours are gone. Papa Luthor says that the "atrocities" could have been witnessed by anyone. He asks Lex to let him help. Lex says that he's been on the receiving end of Papa's help before, and that he'll pass. As Lex walks out, Papa calls out that some adversaries can't be defeated alone. Like in a two-man leg-tie race! Lex exits.