Clark shivered. The man on Twilight Zone had just been killed by a doll. If he were a little girl, he would never touch his dolls again.

The doorbell rang. That meant more trick-or-treaters. He picked up the candy bowl and opened the door. There was a girl in a witch costume with her little brother, who was dressed like a fireman. They were familiar looking, most people in Smallville were, but he didn't know their names. He dropped a Snickers bar in their bags. The little girl took them back out.

"I don't like nuts," she said, "and neither does Jake."

I'm sorry, but that's all we have left," he told her.

"Your mom is the senator. She's supposed to give out the best treats. Mom said so."

"You should've come earlier in the night, and then there would've been more selection."

"Fine, but when I tell my mommy, she won't ever vote for Mrs. Kent," she said, pointing to the waiting jeep in the driveway.

Clark sighed. He couldn't cause his mom to lose votes, in case she decided to run again. "Let me see what we have in the kitchen." As he looked around, it didn't look promising. There was some leftover broccoli casserole. As far as sweets went, there was a can of pumpkin pie filling to use come Thanksgiving. The kids had followed him in. She picked up his caramel apple off the cabinet. The box had originally contained 4 but when Lois was over here, she had eaten 3 of them. However, she had been nice enough to make a point of saving him one.

"It's got nuts on it," Clark told her.

"That's okay. I like it when it's on a caramel apple. What do you want, Jake?"

"I like Snickers, Lizzy."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do. Just because you're bigger than me, doesn't mean you can tell me what I like."

Clark dumped the rest of the candy in the bowl in the boy's bag and ushered them out the door.

The girl stopped to take a look at Lois' pumpkin. "Is that supposed to be the big head on Wizard of Oz because it doesn't look like it."

"You better get back to your car. Your mom is probably tired of waiting."

He shut the door. He was getting tired of the marathon, and he didn't like watching it by himself. He didn't have anything for the trick-or-treaters now. He wondered what Lois was doing. Probably having a great time with Oliver. He wondered if she would mind terribly if he joined them. He knew she would, but it's not like she never did anything that he didn't like. Normally, he would've chosen to spend time with Chloe, but she was watching scary movies with Jimmy and he didn't feel right imposing on their date. He supposed he would be imposing on Lois and Oliver's date, but that didn't seem to bother him for some reason. While he was out, he could stop by the store and get some caramel apples.

He didn't waste time with using a vehicle. He ran to Metropolis. It was strange that no one was waiting outside the club. There was a scary-looking bouncer in front of the door.

"Hello, sir. Can I go in?"

"The club is full. If tonight goes well, we'll be open tomorrow night. Besides, you don't even have a costume."

Clark looked down at his plaid shirt and jeans. "I'm a farmer."

"A farmer?"

"Yeah. Uh…old McDonald."

"I've seen people dressed like Ronald McDonald before but never old McDonald. Maybe I'll let you in tomorrow but might I suggest a hat and overalls? Maybe you could even find a piece of hay to chew on."

"My friends are in there."

"Tomorrow."

Clark started walking away. He almost kicked a piece of gravel into space before he caught himself. He was really disappointed. Tonight just wasn't his night. Before he went back to Smallville though, he wanted to take a look and see what was going on inside with his x-ray vision. He wasn't prepared for what he saw. He had been prepared to see people in costumes but not acting out the parts. The people dressed like animals were hopping and crawling around on the floor. He couldn't believe it when he saw Lex and Lana breaking into the cash register. Oliver was aiming to put an arrow through a beer bottle, but where was Lois? He spotted her, and it caused his heart to leap up into his throat. She was off in a corner by herself, and she was about to plunge a knife through her heart.