Chloe glanced up from her computer as Pete and Clark entered the Torch office .

"Hey guys," She said. "Come to help me with the last-minute rush? I could really do with another pair of hands." When neither of them answered, she looked back up, knowing instantly that something was wrong. Pete was looking at Chloe very seriously and intensely. Clark was looking around, confused and disorientated, as if he were seeing the place for the first time. Chloe frowned.

"Guys? What's wrong?" She asked, switching off her monitor and standing up, worried.

"Chloe, Clark's got amnesia." Pete said bluntly. Chloe blinked.

"What! Are you serious?" She asked, looking from Pete to Clark and back again. Pete nodded.

"Oh my god!" She cried, rushing away from Pete and towards the dazed-looking boy, who was studying something written on the palm of his hand.

"Clark?" She asked, not really knowing what else to say.

"Uhhh… Chloe?" Clark guessed. He hoped he had gotten the names right this time.

Chloe stared at him for a few seconds, grasping for the right words. Finally, she spoke.

"How?" She asked, blinking back tears. "How did this happen?"

"That's why we came here." Pete said, calling Chloe's attention to the other side of the room. "We need your help."

"With what?" Chloe asked.

"We think there may have been something in the food I ate the night before I lost my memory." Clark said

"We need you to help us prove that." Pete finished

Chloe's brain switched from distressed friend to go-get reporter as soon as the words left Pete's mouth. She sat down at her computer and switched the monitor back on.

"I can't help you with anything unless I know the name of the place," Chloe said, opening a webpage. "Or at least a decent description."

"According to my mom, it's called Global Cuisine, on Main Street." Clark said.

"Oh, I know the place," Chloe commented. "Is it new?"

"Yeah, just went up last week." Pete answered.

Chloe sighed, closing the webpage she was looking at.

"You know, call me cynical, but I really don't think a main street restaurant are going to display the probability of memory loss on their website." She said, and Pete and Clark sagged.

"But, if you can get me a sample of the food, I can probably get it to a lab in Metropolis to be analyzed." She finished. Clark brightened.

"The packets are probably still in the trash at home!" He said.

"Well, get me a sample of everything you had last night, and you may be in luck." Chloe said, then, convinced her job was done for the moment, switched back to distressed-friend mode.

"Clark, I still can't believe this happened to you!"

"Yeah, we're all pretty shocked." Pete said. "His folks are dealing with it pretty well though."

"Well, that's one thing at least." Chloe said. "Any idea what was in the food to cause this?"

"We're thinking traces of Kry-" Clark started.

"Meteor Rock." Pete cut in. "You know how it has weird effects on people." Chloe looked worriedly from Pete to Clark, frowning.

"Well if it is," She said. " It might not only be a matter of memory loss."

"What do you mean?" Clark asked, intrigued, although he knew he should stay away from the subject.

"Meteor rocks have strange effects on people, Clark." Chloe said. "Mainly… physically. But it gives people… abilities as well."

"Abilities?" Clark questioned.

"I've seen countless meteor freaks here in Smallville." Chloe said. "I'd check out the Wall of Weird if I were you. There's records of everything there, from shape shifters to dichotic school boys."

Clark didn't know what the Wall of Weird was, but he had no desire to check it out, much less carry on this conversation. He was already treading dangerous ground