Linda: Back in bed. Vic: Mom, I can't. Linda: You've got an injured spleen. If it ruptures, you'll die. Vic: Ma, listen to me, I have to find my son. I am the only one who can do it, so please go. Linda: Go get Agent Delta. Vic: No, he can't help. Linda: Look, honey, I know you feel powerless. Vic: I don't, OK. I can find him, Ma. I can. With my triumph, I can find anything. Linda: You have a concussion. Vic: No. I don't, I have a gift, and... I have a gift. Do you remember Sharon Smith? Linda: Yeah. Vic: I didn't just stumble on to her body when I was a kid. I used my gift to find her. Linda: Your gift? Alright, so, what, you drew Sharon's body in the field. Vic: No, I tore the fabric between the real world and the world of thought, and I can do it again to find Wayne. Linda: OK, you can't tear anything or find anyone with a ruptured spleen. Vic: Ma, I need you to listen to me. Linda: I love you, I need you to sit right down. If you don't sit down right now, I'm gonna order a psych eval.