Clark followed the directory mounted on the wall, walking down the hallway till he saw a pair of doors labeled Daily Planet Mailroom and Supply. It was located in a part of the basement he was unfamiliar with, down a long, quiet corridor. But when he pushed the doors open he was greeted with a raucous noise; a handful of guys were shouting to each other across a spacious, but cluttered room as they stood over rolling bins, sorting through an assorted pile of letters and packages. No one bothered to stop what they were doing to look up at him and he stood in the door, unsure of what to do.

"Hey, you there." Clark heard suddenly and his head jerked to the left where he saw a short, heavyset man waddling towards him. He squinted his eyes behind his thick glasses as he read the name badge clipped to Clark's shirt. " Kent," He stuck out his hand. "We've been waiting for you down here. I thought you were supposed to start with us yesterday?"

Clark shook his hand vigorously. "Yesterday was my first day, but human resources had a group of new employees in some day long orientation."

The man nodded. "I see. Well, now that that is over the real work can begin. My name is Mr. Klein. Have you ever worked in a mailroom before?"

Clark shook his head.

"Well, it's a pretty fast paced system we've got going on down here," He began, walking forward and gesturing about the room. "But you'll catch on in no time I'm sure. But here's the quick version." They came to a stop next to the group of guys standing over the rolling bins. "We've got outgoing mail we collect on a schedule several times throughout the morning—this includes packages, stuff that needs to be overnighted and such. We organize it and get it ready for mail pick up in the afternoon. We then receive and sort through the incoming mail and deliver it to all departments throughout the building." They began walking forward again and the man gestured to a line of women sorting mail onto carts. "We deal with a lot of mail here daily, but we also work hand in hand with supply—making sure the copiers and fax machines never run out of toner, paper or whatnot. We also provide a courier service for the building, so expect to run important parcels wherever in Metropolis they might be needed." He panted, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab the sweat that was dotting his forehead. "You got that?"

"Yeah."

"Good—now I'm off for my cigarette break." He nodded towards a skinny guy in the corner. "Jon will show you the ropes today." Mr. Klein said and pulled a lighter from his pocket. He headed towards the door, huffing and puffing all the way, and Clark wondered if he was going to pass out from the exertion.

"Newbie," A voice called and Clark turned around to see Jon roll a cart in his direction. "We have a scheduled mail pickup right now for the basement offices. Are you familiar with where that is?"

Clark was more than familiar; he had spent so much time there he knew it like the back of his hand. "Yeah," He nodded, grabbing the cart with both hands. "I think I can find my way around." He pushed the cart through the double doors and down the hallway, taking a few wrong turns in the process, until he found the area he knew all to well.

He pulled open the door to the basement offices; phones were ringing, televisions set to the local news stations blaring on the walls, and as he entered the room several heads looked up at him from their desks, waving envelopes in his direction impatiently. As he maneuvered himself throughout the room, going from desk to desk, he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey, you missed a desk."

Clark turned around to see Chloe smiling back at him, clutching an envelope in her hand. "I was just working my way over to you."

Chloe tossed the letter into his cart. "You got a minute?" She grabbed onto his sleeve, pulling him in the direction of her desk, not waiting for his answer.

"I guess I don't have much choice—what's up?"

"I remembered where I know the name Dr. Rosenbaum from." Chloe sat down at her desk; she moved her mouse, clicking on a window at the bottom of her screen. Up popped an article labeled "New Methods and Innovations in Treatment of the Psychiatric Patient by Dr. Mitchell Rosenbaum". "There was a whole section in The Planet health section about a month ago—profiling up and coming local doctors."

"How do can you be sure this is the same guy? What if it's is another Doctor with the same last name?"

"Well, I hit up the American Medical Association website and found three Dr. Rosenbaum's licensed to practice medicine in the state of Kansas— one is located in Caffeyville and the other in Scott City. The third in located right here in Metropolis. Since the cell call came from a tower nearby, it has to be the guy. And take a guess where he works."

"Where?"

"Belle Reeve."

Somehow Clark was not too surprised. Shady things and Belle Reeve seemed to go hand in hand. "So, when are we going to check things out?"

Chloe smiled, swiveling around in her chair. "I was thinking tonight we both could swing down there. I mean, we need to know if this guy is legit, or just delusional."

Clark was glad to see the spark back in her eyes. He too felt an excitement rush through him; it was the first time he had felt truly happy in days. "Right—or if he was just hidden away because he knew too much."

"Exactly." Chloe opened her mouth to continue, but her eyes drifted across the room where she caught sight of Jimmy who had just walked in through the door. "On second thought," She said slowly, watching Jimmy as he made his way towards them. "I forgot—Jimmy wants me to call it an early night." The spark in her eyes faded fast. "He asked me over to watch a movie and, um, talk."

Clark's heart sank; he hated seeing Chloe like this, but he understood—they were both trying to make their relationships work. It was just harder than expected. "About you know what?"

Chloe nodded silently and smiled uncomfortably as Jimmy approached her desk, hoping he hadn't caught any of their conversation. "Hey Jimmy."

"Here's my girl." Jimmy leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Chloe looked around, embarrassed by his unprofessional display. "Jimmy."

"Hey CK." Jimmy said happily, ignoring Chloe's discomfort. "Have you heard the good news yet? Me and Chloe are moving—"

" Kent!"

Mr. Klein was charging towards him, looking displeased. Clark looked from him back to Chloe, seeing relief in her eyes for the interruption.

"It's your first, er—second day—so I'll cut you some slack." He wheezed. "But quit chatting with the hot blonde and get back to work." He dabbed his forehead and thrust a thick, manila envelope into his hand. "I need you to courier this over to the Cornell building on Madison and Fifth. Just give it to the receptionist and she'll handle the rest. You got that?"

Clark nodded, grabbing the envelope from his hand. "Sorry Sir, right away."

"Good." Mr. Klein said, giving Chloe a once over before heading back towards the door.

"Well, you better get going then." Chloe piped up; her eyes telling him to leave before Jimmy had a chance to open his mouth again. "We'll talk about the, um, other thing later—okay?"

Clark nodded, hurried out of the office and up the basement stairs. As he exited through the revolving doors of the lobby, realizing that Madison and Fifth was a good ten or so blocks away, he took a customary glance up and down the street. The coast was clear, but instead of simply zipping away he hesitated. He heard Lana's voice in his head and a heavy sense of guilt overcame him, like what he was about to do was wrong.

So with a dejected sigh he tucked the package under his arm and started to walk