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.
Lex enters a dark elevator. On the 38th floor, it stops. Red light and smoke fill the chamber. Lex begins to cough. He pulls out a handgun. More coughing. Lex collapses. An overhead panel drops down. Someone wearing a gas mask checks Lex. "The bear is hibernating. Over," says the commando into his walkie-stalkie.
Commercials. My iPod died over the summer and I had to buy a new one. There's not a more interesting story than that, but I will say that it won't streak pretty neon colors in the air when I swing it around like that. And don't think I haven't tried.
Kent mailbox. Inside (the house, not the mailbox), Clark has a towel around his neck and is hanging his head above a big steaming bowl. Such delicate pores! Clark inhales deeply. MamaKent enters through the front door, carrying her one bag of groceries in a paper sack. That's enough to make one bowl of cereal with a side of carrots. She asks how Clark's doing. Clark says that being sick is the one part of being human he doesn't envy. Wow, he already forgot what sex is like? MamaKent says that it won't be all bad. She hands Clark some movies and says that he can lie around and watch DVDs while his mother makes "doctor-certified chicken soup." ["I do enjoy that part of being sick sometimes. The last time I had a cold, I made Glark go get me a box of donuts and a stack of fashion magazines, and I ate the former and flipped through the latter while watching a week's worth of DVRed 90210s. Come on, that's an awesome Saturday!" -- Wing Chun] Clark says that he'll watch DVDs after he fixes the irrigation ditch. MamaKent says no. She says that they're in uncharted waters here, and uses the moment to remind Clark that his dad is dead and can't help them out. Bummer. MamaKent says that Clark has to trust her instincts and rest. Clark decides that he'll watch Steel Magnolias. Again.