Hope was with her mother getting things ready for the farmer's market. Martha checked the clock when it was almost time to leave and Clark was still not downstairs.
"Hope, can you go check on your brother? And tell him that he hasn't done his chores and we're leaving in fifteen minutes," Martha asked her daughter.
"Sure, mom," Hope replied. She walked up the stairs and knocked on her brother's door before she opened it and popped her head in, "Hey, you up?" Hope then noticed that Clark's bed was slightly damaged and his mattress on the ground, "What did you do to your bed?"
"I crashed down on it when I stopped floating," He said, trying to keep calm.
"You were floating?" She questioned.
"Floating," He confirmed.
"Okay," Hope said, "Mom wanted me to come up here and tell you that you haven't done your chores and we're leaving for the farmer's market in fifteen. Don't worry I won't tell mom or dad about this."
"Thanks, Hope."
"What are sisters for," She grinned and left his be.
It was a sunny day in Smallville, as everyone was almost done setting up for the farmer's market. Chole and Pete showed up to help set up the Kents' stall. Clark picks up a sign that says Kent Organic Produce and puts it up outside his parents' booth. When no one is watching, he pushes the nail through it with his thumb. Lana and Whitney walk over to the booth.
Chloe noticed them and called, "All hail the Homecoming king and queen."
Lana smiled when she saw Clark, "Clark, I didn't see you or Hope at the dance last night."
"Oh, I was…" Clark looks at Whitney, "A little tied up. And Hope was helping me."
"Hey. Congratulations. That was one heck of a game. I haven't seen an offense that good since I played," Jonathan said to Whitney as he walked over to him and Lana. Jonathan shook hands with Whitney.
"Thank you, Mr. Kent."
"Hope and I are going to get the rest of the boxes out of the trunk," Clark said before he and Hope walked away.
"I'll help," Whitney followed after them.
"Lana," Johnthan ands her an apple.
"Thank you."
Clark, Hope, and Whitney are on the way to the truck.
"Kent, you realize last night was just a joke, right?" Whitney said, smiling.
"Oh, so tying someone up in a cornfield in their underwear is a joke," Hope questioned Whitney with a glare in her eyes.
Whitney put a hand on Clark's shoulder, "Hey, I need that necklace back."
"I don't have it," Clark told him.
Whitney looked away, "Look, it's Lana's favorite so…"
"So then you better go out to that cornfield and find it," He said.
"I suggest you get started or it will be dark before you know it," Hope added as she and Clark walked away.
Whitney sighs before he walks back to the stalls to find Lana.
It was the afternoon and the market was winding down. Hope was helping her brother put some produce from the Farmer's Market in the back of the truck. Clark watched Lana and Whitney kiss before Whitney left.
Lex walks up, unnoticed by Clark, "Can't knock your taste in women," Clark jumps and Lex takes a red apple from the bushel Clark was carrying, "You want to tell me what happened last night?"
"It was just a stupid prank," Clark said, firmly as he put a bushel of apples in the back of the truck.
"You were tied to a stake in the middle of a field. Even the Romans saved that for special occasions. You could have died out there," He told Clark.
Clark sighed, "I appreciate your help. I just want to forget it ever happened."
Jonathan comes over and puts a box of leeks in the back of the truck, "Hey, Clark. What is the hold-up, son?"
"Mr. Kent, it's good to see you," Lex, being charming, offers his hand and Jonathan shakes it.
"Lex," Jonathan turns to his son and daughter, "Come on, son, we've got to finish up. And Hope, your mother wants to see if you can get some things from Mrs. Peterson."
"Okay, Dad," Clark said.
"Sure thing," Hope responded.
Jonathan walks away.
"At least I got a handshake this time," Lex shrugged. Clark smiles and walks away, leaving Lex and Hope by themselves, "Mind if I walk with you?"
"Not at all," She replied. Hope and Lex walked away from the truck.
"So, do you know why Clark was tied up in the cornfield, or are you going to tell me it was a joke, too?" Lex inquired.
"It's a Homecoming tradition. Some of the football jocks pick a Freshman every homecoming, take them to the cornfield, strip him down to his underwear, paint a red 'S' on his chest, and hang him up like a scarecrow," Hope explained, "I don't know how it got started, but I think some of the jocks believe that it's good luck. I know that Whitney chose Clark because my brother likes Lana. Did you have anything like that at your school?"
"Excelsior Academy didn't have a tradition like that, but there was ridicule for those that were considered freaks or didn't belong at the Academy. A lot of my classmates would often mock me or call me a freak because I was a kid and already bald," Lex reached up and rubbed his bald head.
"I'm sorry."
"Why? It's not your fault," Lex told her, "When I was younger, I thought it was a curse, but now I see it as my gift, something that defined me and gave me strength."
"That almost sounds like a proverb," Hope quipped and Lex smiled, "I'm glad that you were out there that night and were able to help my brother. Thank you."
"You're welcome. It was no trouble, I'm just glad that Clark is alright," He said before asking, "How did you break your arm?"
"Long story short: I was skateboarding and wasn't looking where I was going," She replied.
"That had to hurt."
"It wasn't too bad."
"Do you mind if I sign it?" Lex asked her.
"Not at all," Hope answered, "Here I have a marker."
Hope took out a marker from her pocket and handed it to Lex. He uncapped the marker and began writing something on Hope's cast. When Lex was finished, he capped the marker and handed it back to Hope.
"Hope you get better soon," Lex said to her before he walked away.
Hope looked down at her cast to see what Lex had written. He had written, 'A broken bone is a sign of living life to the fullest - Lex'. Hope couldn't help but smile at what he had written.
The Kents were on their way back home from the farmer's market. Clark and Hope sat up front with their parents who were talking about the market.
"Oh, my God, Jonathan!" Martha gasped at the sight of Whitney's truck on its side.
Jonathan stops the truck, he and his family get out. Clark runs to Whitney's truck and pulls out the front window as Jonathan grabs the fire extinguisher from behind his seat.
Jonathan saw oil dripping from the truck and shouted a warning to his son, "Clark!"
The truck explodes and Clark shields Whitney with his body as the flames engulf them. Hope quickly turned into Diamondhead, an alien that is a silicon-based life form made of super-hard, green/blue diamond-like material.
Diamondhead's body is composed of durable pale green crystals. She sports four crystal shards on her back and has a sharp head. She wears a uniform that is a black sleeveless shirt, white pants and black boots, and the Omnitrix symbol on the center of her chest
Diamondhead then stands in front of her mother and father to shield them from the explosion with her body. The ruins of the truck now lay on its back in flames. When it was over, Hope turned back to normal.
"Clark! Clark!" Jonathan, Martha, and Hope called as they ran over to the truck for their son and brother. The smoke clears and they find Clark bent over Whitney and are both okay. Jonathan touches Clark's back but yanks it back when it burns him. Jonathan and Martha look at their son in astonishment.
Hope was with her brother Clark, in clean clothes, on the front porch as he waited for their father to come out. Jonathan walked out onto the front porch after being on the phone.
"Whitney's gonna be all right. He's got a couple of cuts and bruises but nothing serious," Jonathan told his son.
"Does he remember anything?" Clark asked.
"No," He answered, "Just that something smashed his truck and he woke up in the ambulance."
Clark nodded and looked over at his mother hurrying around the barn, "You need to talk to Mom. I think I really freaked her out this time."
"You also made her proud, Clark," Hope told him.
"Your sister's right," Jonathan agreed with his daughter.
"Dad, something else happened to me this morning. When I woke up, I was... kind of floating," Clark hesitantly confessed to his father.
Jonathan stared at him and repeated, "Floating?"
"Clark told me about it this morning when I went to get him up. But I promised I wouldn't tell you or mom," Hope said to her father.
"As soon as I woke up, I crashed. I mean, Dad, what's happening to me?" Clark asked desperately.
Jonathan shook his head, "I honestly don't know. As soon as you start breaking the law of gravity, we're definitely in uncharted territory."
"I just wish it would stop," Clark said as he sat on the porch railing.
Jonathan puts a hand on his son's shoulder, "Look, Clark, I'm your father. I'm supposed to have all the answers. It kills me that I don't, but you gotta have faith that we'll figure this thing out together."
"I do, but this is happening to me and I'm scared," Clark gets up and goes inside. Hope looks at her father, wondering if this would be the right time to tell them what happened to her last night, but decides not to and inside.
Clark and Hope are at Lex's castle and are looking at a model of an ancient city as the sunlight streams through the tall window.
"Save any lives on the way over?" Lex asked Clark and Hope as he walked into the room, "You keep it up and you could make a career out of it."
Clark grinned as he and his sister stood up from where they had been bent down to look at the model, "We were just dropping off your produce. Sorry, our parents gave you a hard time."
"Ah, if push came to shove, I would have arm-wrestled them for it," Lex walked around to the other side of the model.
"Planning an invasion?" Hope asked, looking at the model.
"My father gave this to me when I was nine," Lex said as he braced himself on the table of the model and looked over it.
"Cool gift," Clark said.
"It wasn't a gift. It was a strategy tool. My father equates business with war."
"This is the battle of Troy," Hope observed, "A war that started because two men were in love with the same woman."
"You know your Greek history," Lex smiled before he stood next to Clark and said to him, "Kind of like you and the quarterback. That's why he strung you up in that field, isn't it?"
Clark shrugged, "If we're at war, Whitney's pretty much won her."
"Never say never, Clark," Hope told her brother.
"Your sister's right," Lex agreed, "You lost one battle, Clark. That's all. Besides, I don't believe Lana's as infatuated as you think."
"They guy's captain of the football team. The whole town treats him like a god. Game over."
"If you hadn't pulled him out of that truck, your problems would be solved," Lex said as he walked across the room. He turned to see Hope and Clark looking at him questioningly, "I'm kidding of course. Don't worry, Clark. I've got your Trojan horse," He takes a box off the fireplace. He opens it to reveal Lana's necklace and Clark backs away, "Clark, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," He assured him. Lex closes the box and Clark's pain stops, "That's a cool box. What's it made of?"
"Lead. My mother bought it in a Kasbah in Morocco. A little guy told her it was made from the armor of St. George, the patron saint of boy scouts. She gave it to me before she died. I think she was trying to send me a message," Lex offers it to Clark.
"I can't take that," Clark walks away with his sister.
"What is it about Kents and gifts? It's yours. Hand it to Lana," Lex follows, "Tell her what happened. Trust me, once she opens it, you'll win her heart. That necklace gives you the power. All you've got to do is use it."
Clark takes the box from Lex's hands and Lex smiles slightly.
Later on that day, Clark and Hope were outside on the farm with the lead box. Clark opens it and his hand turns pale and the veins start to bulge. Hope quickly takes the box and closes it for her brother and his hand turns to normal.
"Now we know not to do that again," Hope voiced.
They go to the loft and see that Lana is there looking through the telescope. Hope gives the box to her brother. Clark gives his sister a confused look.
"Relax, just do what you believe is right to do. I'm just gonna leave and so you two can talk amongst yourselves," Hope said before she left the loft and went to her room in the house.
When she went into her room, Hope picked up the book that was on her nightstand. She then sat on her bed and began to read where she left off. Hope stayed in her room for the rest of the afternoon and when she looked outside, she saw that it was dark out. When she heard a loud noise coming from the barn, Hope ran out of her room and down the stairs. Her mother joined her as she ran out of the house and toward the barn. When the two rushed inside, they saw Clark and Jonathan looking up at the loft.
"What happened?" Martha asked, concerned for her son and husband, "We heard a loud noise from the house and rushed over."
"Someone pushed dad off the loft," Clark explained, "He almost fell on the mower blades but I was able to save him.
"I never saw anybody move like that," Jonathan said.
"Did you get a look at his face?" Martha asked her husband, checking to make sure he was alright.
Jonathan gestured to the ceiling, "He came right off the ceiling at me. It was almost as if he-"
Clark looked at the ceiling with his flashlight, "Wasn't entirely human? I saw his face. I think it was Greg Arkin."
Martha, Jonathan, and Hope looked at Clark in surprise for mentioning the name of an old childhood friend.
"That's a name I haven't heard in a long time. You, Hope, and Pete used to hang out with him in grade school," Martha said, remembering the boy.
"Why would he want to hurt you?" Jonathan questioned.
"I don't know," Clark answered.
"Are you still friends?" Martha asked both of her children.
"I spoke with him a few times," Hope replied.
"I pass him in the halls, but people change," Clark responded.
"I remember his mother used to keep him on a short leash. But I can't believe he'd hurt a fly," Martha said.
"Maybe that's because he was too busy collecting them and every other bug he could get his hands on."
"Clark, kids just don't leap off the ceiling and attack people?" Jonathan told his son.
Clark points his flashlight at gooey green footprints on the ceiling, "How do you explain that?"
Jonathan stepped forward to get a closer look, ending up behind Martha, "I don't know. Seems kind of out there."
Martha turned her head to look at her husband, "This coming from the man who's been hiding a spaceship in his storm cellar for the last 12 years," She pointed out and left the barn.
Jonathan shrugged before he walked over to his children, "It's not that I don't want to believe you, Clark. It's just... I'm having trouble getting my head around this one."
Clark shone the flashlight on the rafters, over the prints, and stared up at them. Clark then asks, "Dad, do you ever wonder why all these weird things happen in Smallville?"
"Every town has its share of tall tales."
Clark turned off the flashlight and dropped his hand, "Except here they're all true," Jonathan turned around to look at him. Clark walked away to sit down on the steps, "Chloe showed us this wall. It's covered with all these articles she collected about all the weird stuff that's happened in Smallville since the meteor shower. It's all my fault."
"Look, kids, if you're talking about 50-pound tomatoes and two-headed calves, then I got a better explanation for you. LuthorCorp. I mean, God only knows what that fertilizer plant's been pumping out over the last 12 years," Jonathan said.
"I highly doubt you can blame everything on LuthorCorp, dad," Hope muttered,
"LuthorCorp didn't kill Lana's parents," Clark said quietly.
"Neither did you. You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over," Jonathan said firmly, believing it wasn't his son's fault.
"Dad, I know. I still feel responsible," Clark looked at his hands.
Jonathan walked over and ran a hand through Clark's hair and took a seat on the steps beside him, "What happened to Lana's parents was a terrible tragedy. But no matter how many extraordinary gifts you have, you will never be able to change that."
"Then how do I make this feeling go away?" Clark asked.
Jonathan shook his head slightly, "You can't. But that's what makes you human."
The next day, Clark and Hope were waiting outside a classroom for Chloe. The two were going to see if they can get Chloe to help them with something.
"Chloe," Clark called as they started walking down the hall.
"Hey," She said.
"Is Greg Arkin still the science reporter for the Torch?" Hope asked.
"Well, if your definition of a reporter is someone who actually turns in articles, then no. Greg hasn't shown his face in the office for like a week," Chole told them.
"I've got to find him," Clark said.
"What's the sudden interest in Greg? You coming out of the entomology closet?" She asked.
"It's nothing. We'll catch up with you later," He responded before he and Hope walk ahead of Chole.
"I hate it when you do that," Chole said, fed up, toward Clark.
Clark and Hope stop and turn back around toward Chole. Clark asks, "Do what?"
"Just shut me out. It's like one minute you're here and then the next you're gone. Clark, you're not outgrowing me as a friend are you?" She asked, becoming slightly worried that Clark and Hope are going to leave her.
"Chloe, we could never outgrow you," Hope told her as she and Clark walked toward her.
"Other than vertically for me," Clark added in a joking manner, earning an elbow from his sister and a smile from Chole.
"It's amazing how fat that Kent charm will get you. Now, what's up with Greg?" Chole inquired.
"Clark and I think that Greg has some bug abilities and we need to figure out how," Hope told Chole in a whisper.
"Well, let's go see what we can find at the Torch."
After Clark and Hope had managed to rope Chole into helping them, the three were now at the Torch and going through articles to find anything that would help them.
"I found an article about Amazonian tribesmen who took on the traits of the insects they'd been bitten by, but nothing as extreme as what you're talking about," Chloe said holding a few sheets of paper she'd printed off, "Did you have any luck?"
"Only that Greg didn't move to Smallville until after the meteor shower, so he couldn't have been exposed to the blast," Hope responded, from where she sat at a computer with Clark sitting opposite her at another computer.
"Yeah, but his bugs could have been," Chloe said thoughtfully, "Think about it. Pieces of that meteor are still buried all over Smallville. The whole habitat's infected. So when boy catches bugs and bugs bite boy, you end up with... bug boy."
Hope shook her head at Chloe's theory.
Clark straightened a pile of papers and stood up, thinking of something wrong with her theory, "Look, Chloe, you can't even walk out your door in the summertime without being bitten by a mosquito. Why don't we have a whole town of bug people?"
"Uh, because you need a certain level of toxins to cause a mutation. Those Amazonian tribesmen were all attacked by swarms," She explained following Clark around the office.
"Uh, because you need a certain level of toxins to cause a mutation. Those Amazonian tribesmen were all attacked by swarms." Chloe explained following Clark around the office.
He turned to lean against the side of the desk, "Greg did keep tanks of bugs in his room."
"What? You think that the bugs revolted against him?" Hope questioned her brother.
"Maybe," Clark said.
Chloe was skimming a booklet, "Well, according to this, bugs have a very short life cycle. So if he really has gone Kafka, let's hope he isn't in the mating phase."
When School was over, Hope, Clark, and Chloe grabbed Pete and then headed to Greg's house.
"It doesn't look like anyone's home," Chloe said, looking through the window.
"The place is a mess. Remember what a neat freak Greg's mom was?" Pete looked at Clark and Hope.
Clark nodded and walked away to lean against the porch railing, "Yeah, she used to make us take off our shoes. One time I forgot and she yelled at me."
"Is that what broke up the friendship?" Chloe questioned.
"After 7th grade, Greg's parents got divorced and he just stopped calling after that," Clark explained.
"Which sucked because he had a killer tree fort his dad built in the woods," Pete said, grinning at the memory of the treehouse.
"It was okay," Clark said walking to the edge of the porch.
"Clark never liked it. He used to get dizzy just walking over there," Pete grinned.
"How come?" Chole inquired.
Pete's grin widened, "He was afraid of heights."
"I didn't believe it was structurally sound," Clark defended.
Jessica had stayed by the window and felt the window push up and kept pushing as she realized it wasn't locked. "You guys, come here."
After entering the house, they wander around taking pictures of it. Pete, Hope, and Clark were in the bathroom and Pete was taking pictures of the mess in the shower.
"Oh man, that's disgusting. What is it?" Pete grimaced.
"I think it's skin. He must be molting," Clark said.
"That is disgusting," Hope said, covering her mouth to prevent herself from gagging.
"You guys better come in here! Guys?" Chloe called from Greg's room.
They rushed over and saw Chloe standing in the middle of the room that was covered in cobwebs.
"I hate spiders," Hope announced in fear at the sight of the cobwebs.
"Oh, man. Looks like you're not the only one in Smallville with the hots for Lana," Pete said.
"I think Greg's found his mate," Chloe turned back to look at the TV screen, a video of Lana was playing and she was unaware that she was being filmed. Clark noticed something and went to a corner of the room where the spider webs were thicker.
"Clark, what do you see?" Hope asked.
"I'm not sure," Clark said stepping closer.
"Clark, be careful," She cautioned him.
Clark pulled the webs apart and Greg's mother fell out, her face shriveled making everyone leap back.
"Lana!" Clark said, realizing Lana was in danger and ran out of the bedroom.
"He's probably gone to find Lana; you guys call the police and I'll go with Clark," Hope said before she rushed out of the house.
When she was outside, Hope turned into XLR8 and followed her brother.
When they arrived at the barn where Lana would spend most of her time, Hope turned back to normal before they entered.
"Lana! Lana!" Clark and Hope called.
"Greg's got her," Whitney told them as he stepped out from one of the stables with a cut on his cheek.
"What happened?" Clark asked.
"I'm not sure. Greg threw me against the wall like it was nothing, then grabbed Lana. I've never seen somebody that strong before," He replied.
"Do you know which way he went?" Hope asked him.
Whitney looked off toward the direction of the wood, "He headed off into the woods."
"I think I know where he's going," Clark said as he and Hope head out of the barn.
"Great, I'll drive," Whitney followed.
"You know the old Creekside Foundry?" Hope asked him as she, Clark, and Whitney rushed toward his truck.
"The one that got hit with the meteor shower?"
"Follow the dirt track about a hundred yards back. There's a tree fort in the woods," Hope told him through the rolled-down window of the passenger's side door standing next to her brother.
"How do you know he's there?" Whitney asked as he got into the driver's seat and started looking for his keys.
"Greg used to collect bugs there when we were kids," Clark replied.
Hope turned back into XLR8 before she and her brother ran off to the treehouse.
Soon the two arrived at the tree that was holding the treehouse.
Clark turns to his sister, "Stay out here. I'll let you know if I need help."
"But-" XLR8 tried to speak but Clark was already in the treehouse.
She waited on the ground hoping that nothing would go wrong, but she was pulled out of her thought when her brother and Greg fall out of the treehouse. When Clark gets to the ground, XLR8 helps him get up. They look for Greg and see him run away and jump over a chain-link fence.
"Stay here," Clark told his sister.
"No way," She protested, "You don't know where Greg is heading. Your gonna need a tracker. Luckily, I know just the alien."
XLR8 hit the Omnitrix symbol on her chest with her hand and was turned into Wildmutt. Wildmutt appears to be a large orange dog-like creature with no eyes, ears, nose, or tail. Her teeth are very defined and her bottom jaw sticks out of her mouth. The various spines found all across her body function similarly to whiskers with tactile sensing, and are not fur. Since Wildmutt has no eyes, she uses her sense of smell and hearing to navigate, which are aided by three gill-like nostrils located on each side of her neck. The Omnitrix symbol was still on her chest.
Wildmutt let out a roar before she chased after Greg by following his scent trail with her brother following close behind. Eventually, the two reached an old warehouse and she turned back to normal.
"This is where the trail ends," Hope informed her brother. Clark opened his mouth, but before he could say a word Hope interrupted him, "And don't even think about saying that I'm not going in with you because I am."
The faceplate on the watch popped up and Hope turned it to go through the aliens available. She stopped on Diamondhead before slamming the faceplate down and was engulfed in green light. When the light faded, Hope saw that she was not Diamondhead but a completely new alien.
She turned into a humanoid, moth-like alien whose four wings and antenna can fold up into a hooded robe, giving her the appearance of a phantom. She has a black body with cyan patches on her arms, shoulders, legs, the back of her wings, and the back of her neck that resemble ice chunks. Each patch has thick blue outlining except for the ones on her wings, which are outlined in black. There is also a black line that runs on the edge of the outer margin on the back of each wing. She wore the Omnitrix symbol on her chest.
On her torso are three plates: one resembling the chest, a shorter plate under the chest, and one resembling the stomach. On her face are blue cheeks and under jaw, a mouth that always shows bluish-white teeth, and large green eyes with dark green spots. The top of her head also sports a blue Y-shaped marking that extends over his scalp. She has three pointed fingers and a thumb on each hand, and two toes on each foot, and a third toe-like extension on her ankles.
"Woah, this is new," She said, looking at her new alien form.
"What should we call this one?" Clark asked his sister.
"Let's find out what this one can do first," Hope responded before they walked into the warehouse.
Hope notices Clark becomes uneasy and appears to become weaker as he walks further into the warehouse.
"Are you okay?" Hope asked, but before Clark could respond Greg walks up behind him and hits him with a large pipe. Sending him flying across the warehouse. He lands right next to some meteor rocks and the veins of his hand start to bulge.
Greg then tried to hit Hope but saw that she was no longer there and assumed she flew away. But what Greg didn't know was that Hope was still there, she had turned intangible and phased into the ground. As Greg walked toward Clark, Hope poked her head up before she flew out of the ground still intangible.
"You haven't changed at all, Clark. You still get sick around this place, just like when we were kids," Greg mocked him, "Hey, Clark. Did you know the Buffalo ant can lift 30 times its own body weight?"
Greg lifts Clark and throws him almost across the warehouse. Hope quickly flys over to her brother and turns back to tangible.
"Are you alright?" Hope asked.
"I'll live," Clark responded.
"Come on," Hope then helped her up and then walked over to a broken concrete shell to hide from Greg.
"Clark? Clark, where are you? Come on out! I just want to play. Clark? Come out! Your freaky huge blue moth left you high and dry!" Greg taunted.
Hope looked at her brother's hand and saw that it was turning to normal.
"Clark, look at your hand."
Clark saw that his hand had returned to normal and he looked at the shell around him.
"It's lined with lead," Clark said.
"Give it up, Clark! You can't fight natural law! Only the strong survive!" Greg shouted.
Hope turned intangible before she flew away from the shell and snuck up behind Greg.
"I think it's time for you to chill out," Hope said, causing Greg to turn around to face her. Hope inhaled before she let out a freezing breath that was as strong as wind. Greg was suddenly encased in ice, but only for a few seconds.
Greg was able to break free from the ice casing and he says to Hope, "Don't you know that some bugs thrive in cold temperatures."
Clark comes out and pushes him against another concrete slab.
"Did you really think you could hide from me?" Greg asked before Clark threw him. He lands against a support beam and accidentally pulls a lever next to him.
"Greg, watch out!" Clark and Hope yelled.
A large piece of construction equipment lands on him. Thousands of little bugs crawl out from under it. Clark super speeds away and Hope flies away.
Clark and Hope got out of the woods to see Lana and Whitney walking towards the car. Lana stops and hugs Whitney. Hope puts a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder.
"Come on, let's get out of here," She said before they both took off.
When they returned home, Clark and Hope went up to the loft in the barn. Hope was still in the form of her new alien. The two sat in silence over what happened to Greg for a while before Clark spoke.
"Hey, I think I got a name for this new alien."
"Oh, really? What is it?" Hope asked.
"Big Chill," He replied. The two shared a small laugh over the name.
"I like it."
That night, Hope watched through the telescope from the loft. She saw her bother standing at the door of Lana's house. He opens the box and takes out the necklace. He then places the necklace on the doorknob and leaves just before Lana opens the door.
Hope removes her eye from the telescope and smiles at what her brother had done before she flew through the window of her room as her new alien. Hope changed into her pajamas and as she started to doze off into sleep, she began to wonder if Smallville could beat Sunnydale as the weirdest town.