Metropolis buildings, nighttime. Tess is walking out to her car, alone. She can't get someone from security to come with her? Or one of her many minions? Tess bends down as she says, "Dammit." Someone has stuck a dagger in the driver's side front wheel of her car. She takes way too long just staring at it instead of rushing right back inside the building. Foreboding music plays. Tess looks to her right. She looks back to her left, Marcos is right there behind her, grabbing her neck. "Miss me?" he says in a heavy accent. His cheek is rubbing against hers. He throws her against a wall. "You left me on that island to die," he says. To be fair, you were being a real dick. He moves his knife to her neck. He says she's not that easy to track down. She's in charge of the world's most popular newspaper and head of LuthorCorp and he couldn't find her? How is she hard to find? He taunts her, saying she's still that scared little girl. He leers at her and leans close. "You haven't changed a bit," he says. "You'd be surprised," she tells him. Tess head-butts Marcos, then kicks him in the gut. He staggers back. She says she was going to send him a thank-you postcard. She punches him across the face. She credits him for being one of the men in her life who taught her to fight back. She tries to throw another punch, but Marcos counters, hitting her in the side. He smacks her across the face, sending her onto the pavement. He picks up the knife again. We see a blue streak sail toward the scene on a nearby street. Clark is there. He sees Marcos walking with the knife toward Tess. Instead of just zipping over, grabbing the knife and knocking Marcos aside, Clark decides to do some urban damage. He sees a power line grid above. Clark eyejaculates at it, knocking the array down and sending it sailing toward Marcos. The steel hits him and sends him sailing. It really looks incredibly goofy. And now 50,000 people have no power. Marcos lies unconscious. Clark zips away as Tess starts to get up. She stares long and hard at Marcos, trying to figure out what went down. It's not worth thinking about, I promise.