Lois felt another pang of guilt at Lana's words, and cleared her throat. "You know, I... the Bizarro I knew was always effected by blue kryptonite. I wish that existed here. I probably wouldn't have the guts to do it, but maybe someone else good. Maybe... the young Clark. Maybe he could do it. Or Chris, even. I don't like the idea of my... my son going up against that creep, but I'd think he'd do it. For me." She sighed. "I wish there was a way to stop him... for good. I... I really don't want him to hurt anyone else."