Chloe pours herself some coffee that Clark probably didn't even make and says that Clark had more saves the night before than Billy Graham at a revival meeting. I think it's just called a "revival," Chloe. No meeting. Clark thought she'd be happy about his new dual identity. He stands there with his silly backpack strapped to his shoulder. Chloe asks if Clark had to make a Red-Blue Blur appearance on every traffic cam in town. Cark says that slowing his super speed enough to appear on video is not easy. "I wasn't even sure it worked the first few times," he says playfully. He sure got over Lana fast. Come to think of it, so did I. Chloe thinks he might be overdoing it. Clark says he'll take that chance if it gives people hope. Chloe hopes that Clark's rush to inspire "Joe Sixpack" doesn't reveal his real identity. Clark says the newspaper is the perfect cover. Yes, we newspaper people have lots of time to go fight crime in between not getting fucking laid off every single day. It's perfect. Chloe asks if he's going to change clothes in the middle of the bullpen. As a matter of fact, Clark says, he's been working on that and getting really good at it. "Watch," he says. He blurs out and reappears, blurring down the stairs in his red jacket and blue shirt. Oh. Wow. You shouldn't have. That outfit is a red-blue BORE! (Snap, snap.) Big ups to my dead friend Mr. Blackwell. I'm tipping over a 40-ounce dry martini in your honor. Chloe grins. I joke, but this is the kind of cute, fun moment the show could use more of. How about taking a break from killing motherfuckers every week to do a little enjoyable character development?