The Torch. Chloe sits down at her desk and uses the office phone to dial her voicemail. She enters her password and listens to her one new message. "Hello Miss Sullivan. It's only me," says Papa Luthor. "Um, oh, no need to look for that conversation we had earlier. It's gone. And, well, that's it. No need to call back." There are no more messages. Chloe has a serious "oh shit" moment. Blackout. Cool.
Next week: I leave you in the capable hands of Kim for the next two weeks. Be nice to her, because she comes to rock. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get married now. See you after the honeymoon!