Clark super sped pass the bouncer. The bouncer got a confused look as he wondered where the young man had gone and for a second, he thought the door opened behind him, but he chalked it up to his imagination.

Clark reached her and pulled the knife out of her hands just in time. It had been millimeters away from her chest.

"What in the world were you trying to do?" Clark asked her in a voice mixed with anger and concern.

She let out a miserable sigh. "Trying to kill mineself."

"I know that but why?"

"I lost mine one true love."

"Oliver? You were ready to commit suicide because your boyfriend dumped you? That doesn't sound like you!"

"Who art thou speaking of? I know Oliver not. I speak of Romeo."

"I get it. This is a sick Halloween joke of yours. It's not funny."

She didn't answer him but looked up at him in a confused manner. Clark looked back at Oliver. He was going through beer after beer. His pockets were bulging with money that hadn't been there before. Apparently Oliver was being Robin Hood and stealing from the rich and later would be giving to the poor. During this length of time, Lois had slipped the knife out of his hand and was about to run it through her heart again. He grabbed it back and this time he crushed the blade and threw it away, behind his back of course.

"Listen, Lois—"

"Juliet."

"Fine. Listen, Juliet. I don't know what's going on with everybody in here, but I'm going to find out. Meanwhile, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't kill yourself."

"I cannot live without Romeo. I feigned mine death earlier, so that I wouldst not have to marry Paris. When I awoke, I was in this room and yonder man that calleth himself a bartender told me Romeo hath killed himself with poison, and he let me borrow a knife."

"Do you know what Romeo looks like?"

"He hath the most handsome face in the world."

"What's the color of his hair and eyes?"

"Heaven help me! I cannot recall his face."

"Dost thou not recognize thine Romeo?" Clark asked in hopes that she would fall for it and stop trying to kill herself.

"Romeo? Why art thou dressed strangely?"

"It's a disguise."

She hugged and then kissed him. He had to admit that it wasn't the worst feeling in the world. He couldn't enjoy it though, knowing what the real Lois would think about kissing him.

"Stay here, Lo—Juliet. I have to figure some things out."

"Thou hast found a strange way of speaking. I will come with thee." She further emphasized her point by wrapping her arm around his waist.

If it were Lois and not a possessed Lois, he might not be so worried about it. He didn't know what they were up against, but he didn't think Juliet was a black belt like Lois, should there be violence. What could he do though? He didn't want to leave her alone with her suicidal tendencies. He still couldn't believe that she thought he was Romeo, but Juliet was supposedly a 13 year old girl and during those times they were fairly childish and uneducated anyway. This was the time period when accusing someone of being a witch made them so. They weren't hard to fool.

He looked around the room. What was the matter with these people? They couldn't have all gone crazy at the same time. It might've been something in their drinks. He didn't want to get the bartender's attention yet because it seemed he was in on it, so he x-rayed from afar. The drinks looked perfectly normal. He found it hard to concentrate and plan on what to do next with "Juliet" kissing his neck. He heard the door open and close. Lana and Lex had just left with a bunch of cash, Bonnie and Clyde might've been more accurate. He saw someone dressed like a royal guard or something. He told the guy to guard her for a second, and he took off.

Apparently the outdoor bouncer had protested to them leaving because he had been knocked unconscious. Lex and Lana had called a taxi, knocked the taxi driver out, and were preparing to speed off. Clark held onto the taxi until they abandoned it, thinking it was broken down. He grabbed them and took them back inside the club. He locked them up in the club's small, windowless bathroom. Lois ran to him and reaffirmed her position by his side. He noticed the door in the back and saw the man with his screen and notebook. There's where the answers were.