So you're not dying in anticipation, I am going to give you the big twist without creating too much anticipation. Professor Milton Fine is not dead. He may have impaled himself on Clark's crystals in the Fortress of Solitude, but apparently we were wrong. As the episode opens with a couple of guys in the jungle, talking about an evacuation order and sporting biohazard suits. Your day is already sucking pretty badly when you have to run around the rainforest taking blood samples, but you never expected you were going to come face to face with a Krypton killer who wants to kill you for a vial of some of that tainted blood. Couldn't he have just asked? Did he have to stick that finger through your eye and incinerate the place? It all seems a little harsh for me.

As much as I can't stand Lana, at least she is trying to get their relationship going. After a night of dancing, she is feeling a little horny. It's been a long time since she has had her strapping Kansas farm boy injection and Chloe is pulling an all-nighter at the Daily Planet, so why not have a little bit of fun? Clark desperately wants to be with Lana, but doesn't want to hurt her either. He can't tell her that he isn't sure if his super sperm will hurt her, and there is no kryptonite condom out there, so he has to come up with another excuse. Hey, maybe they can't have sex, but even a little HJ goes a long way, and his tongue hasn't killed anybody yet, so why not get a little creative? Instead, Clark says that he needs to put up some tarps. The mood? Officially killed, but Lana says that she will be waiting for him, no matter how long it takes.