"I'm betting you didn't leave your mom a note."

"I didn't think I'd need to."

She rolled her eyes.

"You should be thanking me. I didn't have to come down here. If somebody could keep their big mouth shut and didn't have a lead foot…"

"For goodness sakes, I was going 30 mph in a 25 mile speed zone. If I knew I was going to be arrested, I would've gone the whole 9 yards and went 110."

"See that's your problem. It'd never enter your mind to go slower."

"Well, you're not exactly a law-abiding citizen yourself, buddy."

"It was a law I didn't know existed. In driving school, they tell you backing into a space is safest!" he took a deep breath and said, "I think we need to calm down."

"I guess so. As scary as this sounds, we're all each other has right now. I feel like banging my head against the wall. I hate feeling locked up. I just want to pull these bars apart and fly away."

"What would that solve? You'd be on the run for a speeding ticket."

"I guess it's a good thing I don't have those powers then because I'd do first and think later."

She sat back down on the bed, while Clark leaned up against the wall.

"I was supposed to meet Ollie for our own New Year's celebration. He's going to think I ditched him. Gosh, why didn't it occur to me to call him?"

Clark got a hurt look on his face.

"I didn't mean it that way. He's just got more influence and he'd know where I was at."

"We should figure out who I'm going to call."

"Not a lawyer."

"Why not? It's looking like our best chance."

"You should call Chloe. Lawyers are all a bunch of lying scum."

"Not all lawyers but maybe you're right about calling Chloe. We want to keep this low profile. It would hurt Mom's political career if the press wrote that her son and chief of staff spent the night locked up together."

"Speaking of the press, I'm thinking of writing an expose on small town jails and calling it 'Every Mayberry has a Barney Fife.'"

"What we need is an Andy Griffith to let us out when he sees how absurd this charge is. I wish it was the Mayberry jail. We'd have separate and comfortable cells."

"And better yet, there'd be a key in reach," Lois said.

"I just realized something. There's no toilet in here."

"Great observation, Sherlock! I hope you have a bladder of steel. I know I do. When we went on road trips with the General, he stopped for nobody or no thing."

"There's a bathroom over there. I suppose you tell the sheriff and he takes you. I don't have to go. I just thought it might be useful information for later on."

"I should be Pollyanna and look at the bright side of things. I could be stuck in a cell with somebody named Big Bertha or I could be in an orange jumpsuit. Orange is not my best color."

"Finally, something we can agree on."

"Watch it, Kent. I'm already in jail. Why not add murder to my record? It's not like you could escape me."

They were silent for a little while.

"What were you going to do for New Year's?" Lois asked.

"Turn on the TV, watch the ball drop, and drink some eggnog."

"Don't you thing that's boring?"

"There's fireworks."

"There's fireworks on the 4th of July. If they wanted to do something interesting and different, they could use illegal fireworks that you don't get to see on the 4th. That would make a nice touch."

"Talk like that isn't going to get us out of jail any faster."

She snorted and then asked, "What about New Year's resolutions? Have any?"

"Well, I'd like to find a girlfriend."

"Not Lana, I hope."

"No, any girl would do."

"In that case,-"

"Lois!"

"How'd you know what I was going to say?"

"I've known you long enough to know how that brain of yours works. Sometimes, anyway."

"Hey, if you really want a girlfriend, I have a friend, who doesn't live too far away."

"Really?" Clark asked, distrustfully. "A friend of yours?"

"She's sweet. I think you'd like her. She's my complete opposite. We went to Metropolis High together for a year. Want me to set you up?"

"No, thank you. Friends setting other friends up never works out. Have you got any resolutions?"

"Weight loss is a traditional resolution I guess. I think I could stand to lose a couple of pounds."

"You don't need to lose weight. You're perfect the way you are." He started to blush when he saw Lois' eyebrows shoot up at the last remark.

"Thanks, I think. I wouldn't worry about it. I'll go on a health binge for a couple of weeks and then it's back to my junk food. Whoever makes it out of January with their resolutions intact?"

"Have you ever heard that whoever you're with at the stroke of midnight on New Year's is who you're destined to be with for the rest of your life?"

"Then we'd better break out of here before midnight."

"I'm serious. Do you think there's any truth to that?"

"No, it's just something a crackpot thought up, but if you're into the whole superstitions thing, it can't be a good omen that we're spending the start of the year in jail. Maybe we're destined to be criminals."

"I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've been in jail."

"You know good and well it isn't. I was arrested when that boy got paralyzed."

"I almost forgot about that. So, how many times have you been in jail?"

"None of your business. They were all phony charges except for one. I got caught drinking underage. I know this isn't the first time you've been behind bars."

"Somehow we attract false charges and trouble."

"I'm getting tired of waiting on the sheriff to come back, so you can use the phone. I wonder how much longer it's going to be?"

Clark turned around for a second, making use of his x-ray vision. "If I was a guessing person, I'd say he's just now getting his meal."

"Great, I'm going to turn in early."

She stretched out and turned over to face the wall. "Wake me up if our condition changes or something exciting happens."

"It's only 10:35. Aren't you going to ring in the new year?"

"Why? Nothing special happens. It's only a measurement of time and what are we going to do to celebrate? Jump up and down on the bed and shout 'Happy New Year!' I'll greet 2007 in the morning."

"You think we'll be in here that long and if we are, where am I going to sleep?"

"I was here first. You'll have to sleep on the cement floor, unless you want to sleep on top of me?"

"No!"

"I didn't think so. Good night, Smallville."

After about 10 minutes, Lois suddenly sat up. "Clark, if we are stuck in here until Wednesday, I came up with a brilliant idea!"

"I don't like your ideas. They're not very sane."

"No, think about this. Why do they separate men and women when they're in prison?"

"I'm afraid to ask where you're going with this."

"The sheriff will have to break us up and one of us will have to move somewhere else."

"What good will that do?"

"Ask me that again after you've spent some more time in here with me," and she laid back down and closed her eyes.