Lois finds herself at odds with Morgan Edge, who has acquired The Daily Planet . After Edge rewrites her investigative piece into a PR puff piece, Lois takes a stand for her journalistic ethics and quits, joining the Smallville Gazette .
"Edge is dead. This isn't Edge." Clark turned. His eyes weren't glowing red with heat vision, but with something worse: recognition. "It's a memory. Not of Krypton's science. Of Krypton's lullabies ."
Lois felt the old, familiar cold trickle down her spine. "That's not possible. Morgan Edge—"
"Some things," she said, taking Clark's hand, "aren't meant to be lossless. Some things are meant to be lived once and then let go." superman & lois s01e02 flac
As they sat on the couch, sipping glasses of wine and watching the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky, Clark's super-hearing picked up a faint cry for help. He excused himself, telling Lois he had to take care of something, and flew off into the night.
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The two frequencies—the perfect, crystalline grief of Krypton and the clumsy, living warmth of Smallville—did not cancel each other out. They created a third tone. A discord. A resonance.
Clark blushed, feeling a little self-conscious about his heroics. "It's just what I do," he said, shrugging.
"Why send it now?" Lois whispered.
As Clark soared through the skies, he followed the sound of the cry for help to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. He landed on the roof, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble.
He walked past her to the window, staring at the Kansas horizon as if expecting it to crack open. "It's a frequency from the Eradicator's memory core. The one we destroyed. Or thought we did."
Clark and Lois exchanged a look, their minds already racing with possibilities. They nodded in unison, ready to take on whatever the day had in store. This isn't Edge
And for the first time that day, he smiled.
Clark materialized in the doorway, still in his flannel shirt, a smudge of tractor grease on his cheek. His face was not confused. It was pale. Haunted.