Chloe sat in her slip in front of the full length mirror, staring at her wedding dress.

"Are we going to put it on, or is it going to be a pretty hangar ornament for the rest of eternity?" Lois asked.

Chloe's gaze was fixed on the dress. "I'm happy."

"I didn't ask you that," Lois frowned, puzzled. "Just thought, you know, one hour to go, let's get the dress on?"

"I'm happy," she repeated.

"All right," Lois said, planting herself between Chloe and the dress. "Spill. Is this still about Smallville?"

Chloe was silent, her finger tracing the white petals of the flowers in her bouquet.

"Okay, not to be obnoxious or anything, but, fifty eight minutes?"

"It's always about Clark, Lois, and I wish I never would have seen him today. He made me think about too many things."

Lois sat in front of Chloe, her back against the mirror. "You wanna talk about it?"

"I don't know…" Chloe answered, her voice trailing off. "I'm happy."

"Yeah, I got that one."

"I love Zach."

"That's good. You'll be marrying him in," Lois checked her watch, "fifty three minutes."

"Lois…I'm not sure."

"Not sure about…what?"

"I…want to see Clark again. I NEED to see Clark again. I need to know that there really isn't a chance and that I'm not letting the best thing go in favor of something else that just happened along…You know?"

"Yes, I know!" Lois said, exasperated. "I know! But you are addicted to Clark, Chloe, you are stuck on the thought of what could have been; what could be…He just wanted to use you to help him get over Lana. And you wouldn't let him do that. So he got frustrated and left. And don't even tell me that he hadn't heard you were getting married, do you think it's a coincidence that he showed up the week before you wedding? It isn't fair, Chloe. It isn't fair to you, and it isn't fair to…"

"Zach," Chloe finished. "It isn't fair to Zach, Lois, and I think that's why…I don't…I don't think I should…" Chloe took a deep breath. "I don't think I should marry Zach when so much of me still belongs to Clark.
"I could have told you that. Have you ever really thought about how much of you is devoted to him, even deep inside? Especially deep inside?"

Chloe ripped her slip off and pulled on a pair of jeans. "Isn't that what I'm doing now?"

"Isn't it a little late for that?" Lois retorted.

"This isn't fair to anybody, Lois, isn't that the point?" Chloe pulled on a sweatshirt and dug around in the mess for her keys and cell phone.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to find him, Lois, I have to set the record straight before I can move on, I have to know if there's anything there."

Lois nodded. "Okay…but…What are you going to tell Zach?"

Chloe looked at Lois pleadingly.

"No," Lois said, "no, no, no, no, no, I am so not talking to him for you, Chloe. You let this get so far, and you have to get yourself out of it."

"But…I might be back," Chloe whispered.

"Might be? Might be back? You can't leave him hanging like that Chloe, if you walk out of this church now, there's not going to be a wedding. You have to make that decision. Are you going to go with a certain thing, a sure hit, or are you going to follow after some eternal dream that you have held for years and have absolutely no guarantee will bring you what you want?"

"Lois…I can't do this. I can't go through with it without knowing, because I can't spend the rest of my life not knowing…"

"Then go," Lois said resolutely. "Go."

Chloe paused at the door. "I love you, Lois."

"I love you too, Chloe."

"I guess this is goodbye for now," she whispered, staring at the floor.

"Goodbye for now…"