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I can't believe it's next week.

I know.

Is this the absolute total final guest count?

Funny you should mention that

because I ran into an old friend last night.

- Who? - Lana Lang.

Oh-ho. An old girlfriend.

Well, you're getting that sound in your voice.

What sound?

But any second, claws are gonna

pop out of your fingers

and I'm gonna have to get you a saucer of milk.

- Meow. - Heh. She's not worth it.

- We dated in the high school. - Oh!

Smallville girl here in the big city. And?

And I told her I was getting married.

Smart. And she was?

She was really happy for me.

Oh. So happy she'd like to come to the wedding?

How did you know?

How did she take it?

- What? - When you said no.

Oh.

- Ha. - Clark!

Well-well, you have to know Lana.

No, no, I don't, interestingly enough!

She's kind of insistent, sort of just steamrolls through things

so I didn't actually say she could come.

She just sort of said she could come.

Let me get this straight.

You're Superman

and your high school girlfriend can push you around.

- Oh, God, I... - 'Help! Help!'

- 'The bank's being robbed!' - Speaking of Superman..

Go. We'll finish this at the office.

- Okay. - Hey, be careful.

What happened?

Some kind of rocket came through the window

that set off gas.

'Psst!'

Hi, Lois. Remember me?

No, I..

How about now?

It's a private joke.

Lois, after all we meant to each other

I'm still not ringing any bells?

This guy comes in

big guns, starts shooting up the place.

He took gold and jewels.

Which way did he go?

I suppose time travel can

can be a real brain drain.

Care to drop your things and step into the sled here?

Step on or be carried. Makes no difference to me.

It's always something.

If I were you, I'd put that gun down

and work on my manners.

Really? Why?

'Lois! Lois!'

Lois!

- Miss Lane? - Ah!

My name is Wells, Herbert George Wells.

Actually, we've met, but I doubt you'd remember.

You're the second person to say that to me.

What is going on? Is this some kind of..

Did you say Herbert George?

H.G. Wells.

The writer who died a long time ago.

Oh, my God. I'm dead.

- Oh. Oh, no, no, no. - What do you mean no?

I'm looking at my grave with a dead writer!

Miss Lane, I assure you, you are very much alive

and so am I.

Let's sit, please.

Come.

Now, I'm going to tell you something

and as I do, you'll begin to remember

like a dream recalled.

Now close your eyes

and let the images unspool.

We met on an extraordinary adventure.

Before I was this elderly gentleman you see before you.

'I was a time traveler.'

'And I had journeyed into the future seeking utopia'

'but found, instead, Tempus'

'a violent psychotic'

'with a bitter hatred for Superman.'

He tried to kill Clark Kent as a baby

hoping to change future history.

And you stopped him.

I remember.

You're H.G. Wells!

I know you!

But... you're..

Well, I don't want to be rude but you're a little..

Older. Seventeen years.

The me you met was from 1899.

The me you now see before you is from 1916.

Is it okay if I get a headache?

'That's quite alright.'

After our escapade, Tempus escaped

and built his own time machine.

Did something rather unique with it.

Here, let me show you.

'It's Metropolis.'

Look closer.

Is it not more dirty than clean

more dark than light?

- Is this the future? - Oh, no.

Very much the present.

But an alternate present.

"President Heston?"

Charlton Heston is President?

What is this place?

- A parallel dimension. - What?

A second Metropolis

a sibling reality coexisting with our own

hidden from us by a curtain of space, now parted.

'A thousand details exactly alike'

'and a thousand as startlingly different'

'as the infinite choices in every moment.'

So, in plain English

Ben-Hur is President

and I'm worm food. I'm getting married next week.

Why does this keep happening to me?

No, but I told you that he wasn't gonna be there.

Yeah, it doesn't matter though.

Do I want to know why so many people

are wearing guns, or is that just gonna upset me more?

Well, from what little I can gather

'people are frightened, cynical'

'have no faith in society to protect them.'

'That, and a certain someone'

is making firearms affordable and attractive.

- That's not the worst part. - I know!

'Who is this enemy?'

What is he after? Why did he put us here?

Like you, I was kidnapped and dropped here

without a clue as to why.

If this place is the same but different

maybe there's a Clark here

and if there's a Clark..

There's a Superman.

How do you score this kind of swag?

There's not a cop after you

not a bank with your picture in it.

Major Domo, can you keep a secret?

Sure.

I have an interdimensional transport

'right here in this building, actually'

'and every day, I pop out of this universe'

into an alternate one, take what I need

and then zip back here where I'm not wanted

for so much as jaywalking.

Oh.

Cretins.

Oh-oh, Mr. Tempus, you kill me, I swear.

I mean, if there's anybody funnier in this whole world..

I mean, it's no wonder you want to be on the TV.

Oh, I don't want to be on TV to entertain, Major Domo.

Any more than I want people to know

that I own this television station.

You see, TV is power.

The power to lull, to pacify

and then when all eyes are glazed

and all minds are jelly

the power to take

the power to hold the world in your fist

which is exactly what I intend to do when I'm elected mayor.

Whoa.

- 'Yes?' - Wells and Lane have linked up.

Looking very buddy-buddy.

'Where are they going?'

Looks like the "Daily Planet."

Mm. No doubt in search of a superhero.

- I love predictable behavior. - Hmm.

Clark has got to be going out of his mind.

- Just, just go in. - Alright, here you go.

We have got to get back.

Our only hope is to get Tempus' machine.

Uh, to that end, I've begun piecing something together

out of odds and ends.

Now, it's not finished.

If I can get it to work

it should home in on the flux capacitor

of Tempus' dimensional transport, assuming it has one.

Well, at least this world isn't completely nuts.

'Well, in fact, there may even be some hope.'

More than hope.

Clark! Clark, over here! It's me!

Oh.

- 'Go, get 'em all.' - 'Get back here!'

Get away!

Well, things can't be all bad. Come on.

If he's anything like my Clark

he'll be back inside making some lame excuse.

Who's been messing with my poster?

That's not my tie! That's not my coat!

And that hair..

I look like a Malvolean Dan rather.

Alright, now. Speak up!

Seems like the closer we get to the bullpen

the more familiar things get.

Who turned me into a pretty boy here?

I did.

Mr. Olsen?

The polls have showed you're skewing a little old, White.

Alright? So, I had a talk with your campaign manager.

We decided to run this new poster.

- I like it. - Oh, yes, sir.

- But, uh, Mr. Olsen. - I don't believe this.

I'm just an Old Memphis word stringer

and, uh..

...that ain't me.

It's a better you, alright?

It's a younger you.

When you jumped into this race, you were way ahead in the polls.

And I wanna keep you there.

My paper has a lot on the line for you, White.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Lois, is that you, honey?

Yeah. It's me.

I don't know how this could be, I don't care.

I'm happier than a preacher in a month of Sundays!

Where have you been?

Honey, what happened to your hair?

- Oh, well, I... - Miss Lane, James Olsen.

Hi.

Uh, Mr. Olsen is our new owner.

Uh, the owner. Really?

Yes, a whiz kid of the computer world!

Decide to roll the dice on our rag.

White talks about you all the time, Miss Lane.

He said you disappeared in the Congo.

The Congo.

The gunrunning story.

Three years ago. Right, I did.

Uh, for a while, um, but..

Lois, I must've sent an army of people over there

looking for you, honey. What happened?

What happened is..

I'm fine. Obviously.

Oh, thanks to my friend here, Mr. Wells.

Hello.

He... runs a mission.

You, uh... were in a mission for three years?

I was sick.

Too sick to make a phone call?

Coma.

Absolutely incapacitated.

Just came out of it yesterday.

First thing she said to me

was, "Herbie, get me to the "Planet.""

'Naturally, I wondered what Planet.'

- Clark? - 'Then she explained to me..'

Oh, Clark! I'm so glad to see you.

You and Superman.

Um, ah.

Excuse me, miss, but who are you?

And what's Superman?

Clark, who's this?

Uh, I-I have no idea.

'Well, I guess she knows you, so she ought to know me.'

I'm Lana Lang, Mr. Kent's fiance.

And you are..

Uh, I..

Lois Lane.

And still a bit feverish, I'm afraid.

Aren't you, my dear?

- I-I guess. - Excuse us. Yes.

Wha, uh, uh. Come on, honey. I don't even know who that was.

He doesn't know me.

This is obviously one of a series

of dreadful shocks for you, my dear.

But why?

The Lois Lane of this dimension must have died

before Clark came to Metropolis.

And there's no Superman.

He didn't even know who that was.

Oh, my.

You know, it doesn't matter.

We don't belong here, and the only way

we're getting back is with super help.

You have a plan.

But first I need an excuse to team up with Clark Kent.

And we're meeting my parents at 7:00

to go over the final guest list.

Okay.

Last thing, I saw that little stunt

you pulled a few minutes ago.

Stunt?

Don't give me those puppy eyes.

The gunfight out front.

You ducked away and..

Uh, sweetheart, no one saw me. I just..

You know, little zzzt..

Burned out his tires and the cops got him.

Clark, you promised.

This is the slowest elevator.

They would lock you up in some lab and study you

and even if you broke out

you'd never have a life.

We'd never have a life.

No one will ever love you more than I do.

I know.

And no one understands you better.

So, promise this is the last time?

- Here we are. - Promise me.

- I'll see you at 7:00. - Clark..

Lois, you want your old job back, you got it.

That is, if it's okay with, uh..

...Mr. Olsen.

If, uh, if everything White says about you

is true, Miss Lane, I'm lucky to have you.

Good, because I'd like to dive right into an expose

on Tempus.

See? Didn't I tell you she's the best?

And since I've been a little out of touch with things

I think I should work with a partner.

Partner?

You?

So... you want to do an expose on Tempus.

- Yes. - Hmm.

But first, we should talk about us.

Us?

Well, actually, you.

For instance..

...how many people know you're from another planet?

What?

That you can bend steel in your bare hands

leap tall buildings in a single bound?

Hey, hey, keep your voice down.

That you came here as a baby in a spaceship?

Oh, Lana said this was gonna happen.

That the Kents found you and raised you

in Smallville, Kansas?

I just didn't listen.

And from there, I'm sure things get a little...

Okay, okay, just tell me one thing.

Are you guys from the government?

Certainly not, my boy.

No.

We're from another dimension.

I'm sorry. I-I-I just, uh..

I just, I have a lot of trouble believing all this.

What, that, uh, Tempus is a criminal

or that he's H.G. Wells

or... that we're from a parallel Metropolis?

No, that-that this other me.

- Flies around in tights. - Oh.

Well, your mother made them.

My mom?

Martha Kent.

But-but the Kents died when I was ten.

Oh, Clark, I'm sorry.

Who raised you?

I kind of just bounced around.

Hey, it's okay.

It happened a long time ago.

I'm fine.

Are you?

This is the weirdest feeling.

I know I shouldn't talk to you.

I know I should just..

...walk away, but..

What?

I can't.

Eureka! It works!

The tracking device!

It's locked on to Tempus' transport.

Clark, help us get back where we belong.

Yes, help us rid your world of Tempus before he destroys it.

'Clark!'

- It's 7:03. - Huh? Oh! Oh, uh, 7:00.

Of course, your-your parents.

- Uh, we-we were just... - Working on a story.

- Together? - Well, yeah.

Perry-Perry-Perry teamed us up.

- Did he? - 'Uh, but, we can take point.'

While you, uh, deal with your wedding.

I-I know how overwhelming that can all be.

Just promise me we'll meet up later.

Let's go, Clark.

Clark?

- I-I'll catch up to you later. - Great.

I don't like happened to come and looked for you.

You know how dad gets when you're late.

I'm not sure.

But I think I hate her.

Hey, um-hmm.

Now, it was across this street here..

...then round that corner over there.

You know, you really shouldn't walk around unarmed.

My stores are offering a deal on a 12-clip automatic.

Twenty-four rounds with every purchase

and a free pair of sunglasses.

Do what you will with me, Tempus

but I implore you, spare the girl.

God, Herb, who writes your dialogue?

You sound like "The Prisoner of Zenda."

You're not gonna get away with this.

Get away with what?

Well, becoming mayor of Metropolis

by murdering Perry White?

Because somebody might stop me?

Big, brawny, looks good in blue?

'Gee!'

If only I lived in a dimension with no Superman.

Oh, wait!

Duh! I do.

And you're going to another dimension yourself, Lois.

One slightly more spiritual.

Hope you've been good.

'I've missed you, Herb.'

Sure, you're a few years older, I'm a few pounds lighter.

You're about to be a corpse, I'm about to be a God

but it's the same old us, together again, huh?

Where is Miss Lane?

Just, um..

...standing around.

'You think she has any idea she's 500 feet in the air?'

Aah!

Stay calm. Stay calm.

Okay.

I'm high up, I'm blind.

My hands are tied..

...the ledge is falling apart.

Okay, panic!

Watch that foot there, Lois.

Aah! No!

Whew.

That was a close one.

Oh, boy.

I wish I'd taken Lamaze. Ah!

Tempus, I cry out to whatever humanity is in you.

- Stop this! - Why?

Because it is barbaric and cruel!

Well, sure, but it's fun.

What, what do you hope to gain by killing her?

Herb, if I wanted to kill her..

...I'd beat her to death with a frozen lamb chop

and then eat it with a nice merlot.

Keep moving. You'll find a window.

Aah!

No, I want to torture her.

'Send her into spasms of sheer terror.'

- But why? - Because it's good TV!

It's fun for the whole family

and in there those magic words

guaranteed to make it a ratings bonanza.

"Help, Superman! Save me."

Only this time..

...there's no Superman.

Aah!

Only thing that would ruin this would be a commercial.

Now, ask yourself, Herb

why is there no Superman here?

'Is it because this Clark lost his parents'

didn't have their loving support?

Or is it because he was denied the daily impetus

of being in love with a woman who's always throwing herself

into death's jaws and screaming for..

Help! Clark!

Cloth napkins, not paper, right, Clark?

'Clark!'

Clark?

I'll get-I'll get back to you on that.

Aah! Clark, hel-I-p!

Aah!

Bravo, Mr. Kent! My plan is working perfectly.

You have a plan?

Yes, Herb.

I'm the bad guy. We always have a plan.

You alright?

Fine. Thank you.

- Who did this? - Tempus.

Let's call the police.

Well, okay, that's, uh, one way of handling it.

W-What's the other?

Look, I don't wanna be a hero.

Really? Then why did you go after that gunman this morning?

Why did you save me?

I help when I can, but..

I want to live my life.

Well..

That's why you need to have a secret identity.

Secret identity.

Is that why you bought that ski suit?

Just go with me on this. It's not a ski suit.

'I mean, it is.'

But it's so much more than that.

It's a symbol.

Uh, you're making yourself into a beacon.

Are you always like this?

Huh. I'm sorry. I, I'm a little high-strung.

Lady, you're a Stradivarius.

Well, uh.

Maybe this'll help.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Wait..

I-is this us?

Well, it's me and him.

Are we..

This is just too weird.

Oh, my..

They're alive?

Does he.. ...spend much time with them?

Yeah.

That's great.

- That's... - They're really proud of him.

I'm sure your parents were too.

I guess so.

That was a long time ago.

What happened?

Car wreck.

I saw it happen.

I was pretty fast... even then

but... not fast enough.

Lana said... I shouldn't blame myself.

One man can't really make a difference

no matter what kind of powers he has.

I know things are different here.

I know you're different

but trust me, powers or no powers

one man can change any world.

His mom made this for him, huh?

Yeah.

Can you sew as well as she does?

Well..

Well, look, Jimmy, uh..

Sorry, Mr. Olsen.

I-I think it's a bad idea for Perry

to debate Tempus tomorrow.

Well, no, I certainly don't want him to look like a coward

but Tempus said he was going to kill him.

No, he didn't say when or where.

But if you know anybody in the Tempus camp

who you might be able to get to, you know

open up in exchange for

I don't know, money, now would be a good time.

Yeah, I think security is a good idea too.

I'm... working on that angle myself.

Bye.

Uh! I got to get out of here.

How's it fit?

'Tight.'

- Well, let me see. - 'Hmm.'

Needs a few pieces here or there.

I just remembered something from that picture you showed me.

It's in that trunk over there in a manila envelope.

'My mom gave it to me when I was little.'

'She said it was on the blanket they found me in.'

Always shows up just in the nick of time.

- I knew it, I look stupid. - No.

No.

You look great.

Ah! The heroine creates her hero.

A mythically moving moment.

Herb, am I still a man in your eyes if I weep?

This is what you want!

You want her to create Superman!

Very good, Herb.

A mind like that... you missed a big career in game shows.

Oh.

Are you sure about this?

I'm sure.

But you're not, so..

...let's get you comfortable.

How?

Hey!

Okay, alright.

Just put it down.

Don't make me.. You know.

Go on.

Uh, officer, maybe I can help.

Give me the gun.

Uh, well, if, uh, everything's alright

I'll just be, uh, leaving.

Uh, uh, wait!

Thanks, uh..

Superman.

Uh... Superman.

- Superman? - Uh.

See? He thinks it's stupid.

That's a cool name.

Thanks, Superman.

Well, nobody's laughed so far.

And I don't see any men with nets.

So how does it feel?

Well, it feels..

...great.

My whole life..

...I've never felt so good about being me.

Thank you.

Wait.

- I can't. - Uh, you're right.

Uh-uh-uh, that was crazy. I'm-I'm sorry.

No, it's just that I..

Oh, I have this feeling

that I keep having when I'm around you.

I-I can't control it.

It's fine.

We're fine.

I should, uh

straighten this line on your cape

before we go out again.

Just because I'm not wearing my glasses

are you sure no one's gonna recognize me?

Positive.

Clark! What are you doing?

- Lana, hi. - What is going on?

Lois knows about me.

And.. Well, I've decided that I need..

No. I've decided that the world needs me.

Needs you to what?

Model men's underwear? Bring capes back in fashion?

- Alright, that's it. - Lois..

Clark, you didn't.

I mean, you didn't go out there and..

...people didn't see you?

Of course, people saw him!

He's Superman.

I don't know how you talked him into this

or what you're really after

but this is between him and me.

'Clark, I want things the way they were'

the way you promised.

Or else.

Hello.

It's for you, Lois.

- That's it! - Lana.

Uh, Lana, uh, come on.

This is stupid!

- 'Hello.' - Lana?

- Who is this? - I can't tell you.

Too dangerous, but Perry White will die

'unless you get to the TV station'

'on Carlin Avenue now.'

Out. I couldn't possibly look any better.

Ah, Major Domo.

What have you got for me?

That bomb you asked for.

C-7.

Enough firepower in that little sucker

to level a building.

Excellent.

Not armed, Herb, just yet.

But I'd be careful just the same.

I'd hate to blow our friendship.

Ooh.

Whoever it was, said there's gonna be

a debate on TV in a few minutes

and Perry is gonna be killed.

Alright, Mr. Tempus, let's just pull up the carpet

and get down to brass tacks here.

Your whole campaign is based on the enemy.

Prepare for the enemy. Arm for the enemy.

You're selling guns to ten-year-olds

because of this enemy.

Alright, I want to know, who is it?

Up to this point, I didn't have the sort of evidence

so I now possess.

But I can now state for the record

that the enemy is very real.

The enemy is an invading force of aliens from outer space.

Ha ha! You're nuttier than squirrel heaven!

Scoff if you will, Mr. White

but the aliens... are here.

- Who is it? - I don't know.

- Perry, are you alright? - Well, I'm fine. My Lord!

Who is it.. What?

Everyone get back. He's very dangerous.

Careful, Superman! It's a bomb!

- I see it. - 'A bomb?'

- Did he say a bomb? - He's got a bomb!

The alien's got a bomb!

Everyone stand back! I will save us.

No!

Alright!

You've got a lot of explaining to do, Mr. Tem..

I think you're the one who owes this planet an explanation

invader.

You are part of an invading army, are you not?

- Uh, no! - You're here to conquer us?

- Put those guns away! - Stop it, you're killing him.

I'm holding the alien at bay

with the only alloy known to weaken him.

You should feel fortunate I was prepared.

- He can't hurt us now. - He's not part of any army.

And he's not here to hurt us.

That's why he flew in here, ripped open the door

'and threatened us with a bomb?'

- That's a lie! - I'll tell you what's a lie.

This... is the lie.

He's been amongst us for years.

'Hiding... learning'

'waiting to strike.'

'That's right.'

Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter

for a great Metropolitan newspaper.

'Lois..'

I'm sorry.

- I never meant for this... - Kent?

Oh, God, who would have thought?

Aided and abetted by James Olsen, Perry White..

...and Lois Lane.

Alright, just hold on a minute here.

- You're twisting everything. - Alright, the circus is over.

Alien or not, this man has rights.

- I'm calling the police. - That's right.

Hide behind the law, but you can't fool the people.

- They know. - Tempus...

They have seen the enemy and they know

that one man is ready to protect them.

- 'Yes.' - The explosive device.

'One man is ready to lay down his life to save a world.'

And that man is me.

It's ticking. It's going to explode.

- What? - The bomb!

It's going to explode!

- It's ticking? - Yes!

- It's going to blow. - I said that!

Run! Out of my way!

- Out of my way! - You can't do this!

'Will you idiots move?'

'These are innocent people! You cannot abandon them!'

- Watch me! - Come on.

Clear out, you morons, or I'll blow you away!

I loathe this sort of behavior

but you leave one little choice!

Oh, my God!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

No, Clark, you're too weak.

- Clark? Clark? - Is he, uh..

- He's not breathing! - He saved us! Did you see that?

- That was amazing! - Clark, please!

Ooh! Excuse me.

Ooh!

- Is everyone alright? - Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.

Uh, thanks to you, Kent.

Why didn't you tell us about yourself before?

Look, I know everyone has a lot of questions

but the important thing to remember is he's here to help.

He is, in every way, no less than a Superman!

Hah! Superman.

Kind of a nickname, Kent?

- Well, I.. - I love it!

Suit's great! Touch to the patriotic.

Stand alone, lot of muscles..

White, we got to get you one of these.

Uh, uh, well, no, no. No, no, no, sir.

I, uh, I think there's only, uh, one Superman.

That name..

...I can see it right now

on the front page of the "Daily Planet."

'I'm proud to announce that the official returns are in'

and the winner, by a 97% margin

is Perry White!

Thank you.

Alright, alright, I appreciate it.

As a great man once said

"it's not me you elected, but it's what I stand for."

Of course, uh, you all know who I'm referring to.

My... best friend..

...and our former President..

...and you all know him as the king!

Uh-uh, hi, Perry.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

It's good to see you all. Thank you.

I'm sorry the secret identity thing got blown.

It's alright.

Honestly, I don't know how you thought

a pair of glasses would keep people from recognizing me.

- It's kind of ridiculous. - Don't get me started.

Is, uh, Lana okay with this?

Lana said that, it was either her..

...or Superman.

Oh, Clark, I'm sorry.

I wish I felt half as bad about losing her..

...as I do about losing you.

What if I asked you to stay?

I can't.

But I'm not sure how to be this.

You... made it happen.

Well, all I did was help you make the right choice.

You'll keep doing that.

You just have to believe in yourself as much as I do.

Lois, I don't just need your help.

I need you.

So does he.

What I'm trying to say..

I know this sounds crazy

but I think I...

So does he.

Does he know what he has?

We both do.

We all do.

Well, Tempus is taken care of

and all's right again in both universes.

Except for you, my dear.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Good. We're in the alley across the street, this way.

I must say, my boy, I envy you.

Me? Why?

Uh, with every eye upon you

every breath held in anticipation

you hold in your hands a world waiting to be shaped.

I'm just not sure that I can..

You can take on such great responsibility?

What do you think Shakespeare meant when he wrote.

"In apprehension, how like a God?"

It's not that Gods are anxious

about their responsibilities.

But with such great weight comes great understanding.

Now, trust that, Clark.

And trust that you've found your true destiny.

And that in you, a once hopeless world

has found its future.

Good luck to you.

'And so it's with great pleasure'

'I introduce another close friend'

'Clark Kent!'

'AKA Superman!'

'Now, Superman has a few things he'd like to tell us'

'all about himself.'

He's quite a man, the Clark Kent of this world.

'I'd just like to talk about us for a second, our future.'

I just wish he didn't have to be alone.

The hardest lesson is that love can be so fair to some

and so cruel to others.

Even those who would be Gods.

'Nobody knows that better than this man. Right?'

'Clark? Superman?'

'Son, now, don't be shy.'

'Step right up here.'

'Clark? You alright?'

Good luck, my dear.

- Lois! Are you alright? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

Well, what happened? You were gone for almost ten seconds.

Ten seconds?

Yeah, the weirdest ten seconds of my life.

I didn't know where you were or-or what to do.

And then..

- What? - Uh!

I just, I got this... feeling..

...of what my life would be like if I lost you.

But I'm back and I'm not going anywhere ever again.

What happened?

- It's a long story. - 'Come on. Easy.'

'You boneheaded, backward Cro-Magnon!'

'I won't forget this!

Any of you! You fools think you can hold me!

Isn't that..

- Is-isn't he.. - Wanted for bank robbery.

'In this dimension, anyway.'

Clark, about Lana Lang.

Yeah?

Let's go ahead and invite her to the wedding.

I-I think I have a pretty good idea

why it didn't work out between you two

and why it'll always work with us.

No matter how crazy the world gets.