Outside, Clark tries the X-Ray again, but doesn't spot anything. Clark tells Pete and Chloe that they should move on.
Underground, Bo and Nixon are very dusty. And next to Nixon are lying a bunch of our old friends: green glowing meteor rocks! Cut to commercial.
We come back on a news broadcast from "KWMS News." No "action" or "eyewitness" in their news? Lana is watching a report about her own truck being stripped clean and dumped. They even say her name on the news, so Lana can go on about this tragedy for another sixteen years. MamaKent, wearing a peach blouse, comes up behind Lana and says it must have been awful for her. Lana says she's never been so scared. MamaKent tells her she's glad Lana is all right. They hug. Lana says this all must be hard for MamaKent. "I'm a saint," MamaKent says, by way of a non-sequitur. She goes on about how familiar this whole disaster-recovery thing feels. They reminisce. Oh gawd. Lana spouts off about Time magazine. MamaKent reminds Lana that, on the day of the meteor attack, Lana granted a wish for her: the wish for a son. Lana must be one Hell of a wish granter, since not all wishes like that result in a superbeing. Lana says she's always been envious of the Kents. MamaKent says she's glad Lana and Clark have become "close." MamaKent gives Chloe no consideration at all in this scene. MamaKent gives Lana a strange, fixated stare. "You WILL bear me super-grandchildren, stick-girl!"
More "Mr. Kent!"-calling in the woods. Clark rolls up his huge map and tells Chloe he's been wanting to apologize for leaving her at the formal. Well, apologize then, dolt. Before he can, Chloe says that saving a friend in that situation gets him off the hook. She says that Clark would do the same for her. "Oh, in a heartbeat," Clark says. Does he even have a heartbeat? Clark asks how he can make it up to Chloe. She stops him and says she's been thinking that it might be better if they just remain good friends. Clark looks happy. "Yeah," he says, while his father quickly runs out of oxygen nearby, "I think that's a good idea." "You do?" Chloe asks, all mind games and spice. Clark says he doesn't want to screw up their friendship. "Good. Great. Perfect," Chloe says, while inside, her delicate flower soul is dying. Clark walks off, all "doop, de doop!" while Chloe stays behind and swallows hard, tears in her eyes. Pete walks by, and for a weird moment, it looks like they're on Survivor. Chloe tells Pete what happened. Sneaky Pete asks whether Clark pulled the "friend card." Chloe says she did, as a defense mechanism. "It's okay to feel bummed out," Pete says. He's only there to coddle the other characters. Chloe cries. Chloe says she shouldn't feel bad, since other people are suffering. Oh, and because she neglected to remember that she's a journalist. (Wait, I just said that for her.) She has a strange line: "...and I'm upset because Clark didn't fulfill my wish-fulfillment fantasy." What? Chloe and Pete walk off arm in arm. Pete? Now's your chance to ride that pony.