The next morning Lex jerked himself awake. He sat up, gasped, and looked around. He was no longer in his office; he was in his bedroom, alone. He realized that he was naked under the blankets, and suddenly he remembered last night.

"No," he whispered. He put his head in his hands and desperately tried to remember what had happened. He remembered drinking. He remembered Lana crying, and kissing him, and then… his mind was totally blank. He squeezed his head as if in a vice. "Try, try," he whispered fiercely. He remembered kissing her, and telling her to leave, and then-- absolutely nothing. "No!" he said angrily. The minute he spoke his head seemed to split open. He cried out, bending double reflexively. Gasping, he clenched his teeth. He couldn't remember anything. And even if he could, his hangover would have hidden it from him…! He put his head in his hands and shook silently, weeping with no tears, screaming with no sound. He couldn't… remember…