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Every story has a beginning.

We were just an
ordinary family, until...

Hold on! Oh, my God!

Something extraordinary
has happened.

You can jump just
over a quarter mile,

can lift 11,000 pounds...

I'm fast.

I can hear people's thoughts.

I've got, like,
this super-brain.

Don't you see? I can
finally make a difference.

I want you to keep an eye
on Dr. Stephanie Powell.

And those closest to her.

Will? That's me.

Anybody home?

All right, what is going on?

Keep your eyes closed.

They are closed.

Look at you. You're
worse than the kids.

What? Honey!

Oh.

All right. Open your eyes.

Oh, my...

Mmm-hmm.

Daphne's at Megan's.
JJ's at Kenny's.

And you're mine.

How long has it been since we
had a night dedicated to just us?

Two years.

It's seriously been that long
since you cooked for someone?

It takes a pretty special woman
to be invited to Chez Jorge.

What was that?

Nothing, no one.

Oh! You know what?

My neighbors, they are so loud.

I'm just gonna tell them
to hold it down a little bit.

No, I think it was
coming from your garage.

No, no, you know what that...

The acoustics in this
place are just crazy!

It's like, you know,
the hardwood and...

I'm just gonna go tell
them to hold it down.

Central K calling all cars
in the vicinity of downtown.

Okay.

There's a 215 in
progress. Be advised.

Mmm.

Boundaries, Jim.

Ignore the Bat-phone.
Tonight's for us.

See, couldn't have been
that important. Hmm?

You're right. Where were we?

Hi, George.

Hey, what's up...

Sorry about that, Stephanie.

Is Jim around? I got
something for him.

So did I. Till about
20 seconds ago.

It's George.

Hey, George. Make it quick.

Hey! We finally got a
break on those carjackers

we've been trying to
track down. They hit again.

We've been over this.
These guys are pros.

By the time the crime
is reported, it's too late.

Cars are already
chopped and shopped.

Not this time. The call
went out, it's in progress.

This could be our chance
to finally bust them, Jim.

What's it gonna be, man?
Nookie, or the crookie?

Oh, no, wait!

I was gonna block the car's path
and I don't know what happened.

It's like my strength
just gave out.

Did you feel anything
strange beforehand?

Like a nerve pinch, rush
of fatigue, headache?

Nothing specific. Just weaker.

You know, it could be
a confidence problem.

Like, performance anxiety.

The only thing ruining his
performance are your phone calls.

It's nothing.

I'm probably just a
little worn out, that's all.

I'm sure you're right, honey.

But I should take a blood
sample. Just to be safe.

Is that really necessary?

Right, now clench your fist.

Oh.

Ah!

I'm back, see that!

Invulnerability, check!

Oh. Strength...

Check! You see?

It's probably just a glitch.

Still wanna check the blood?

I got a power drill in
the trunk of my car.

Ah! That's all right. I
have an easier way.

Open up and say, "Ah!"

I'm telling you. You're
wasting your time.

I'm fine.

I'm sure you are, honey.

These scores account
for 60% of your grade.

For those of you who failed,

you're looking at math
lab over winter break.

Joy for me.

B plus. How'd you do?

That's impossible.

You knew this material
backwards and forwards.

Wait a second.

Mr. Litchfield,

I think there's been a mistake.

You gave Kenny an F, but his
answers, they're almost all correct.

You're right,

only they're not his
answers, they're yours.

What are you talking about?

Your answers match,
Mr. Powell. Down to the variables.

I'm afraid your friend
has been cheating off you.

No, I didn't. J, I swear.

So in one semester
I took two young men

who didn't know a
trapezoid from a trapeze

and turned them
into Ivy Leaguers?

Trust me, I'm a good
teacher, not that good.

Well, maybe I am.

Kenny was having
trouble, so I tutored him.

Oh. Now it all makes sense.

Jock gets nerd on football team,

nerd lets jock cheat off of him.

What an adorable little breakfast
club you two have going on.

Well, I'm afraid it
won't turn out to be

some kind of wonderful
for you, Mr. Barcly.

The grades are already
in the school computer,

which means you've
failed my class.

Good day, Mr. Powell.

Man, transcripts
go out tomorrow.

And if I got a F sitting
there killing my GPA,

that means no
football scholarship.

You're gonna keep your
scholarship. I promise.

This is my fault.

I'm gonna take care of it.

How?

Just leave it to me.

His name is Will.

And he's a dash of Edward
mixed with a smidge of Wolverine.

Which means
absolutely nothing to you.

Of course I know
who Wolverine is.

He's the one with the mutton
chops and the really long nails.

They're claws actually.

And this is sexy?

Okay, we're gonna
go back to science

before somebody says
something they might regret.

Good idea.

Okay, so, Jim's lab work.

Mmm-hmm.

We have bad news, and
we have really bad news.

The structure of the
super-cells in Jim's body

has kind of been
completely altered.

The only thing that
could alter genetic code is

a virus. A virus.

Hence the really bad news.

There are millions
of viruses in the world

and it could be any one of them.

Huh.

Well, which virus is
making Jim lose his powers?

So, you ready for that
art history quiz tomorrow?

Sort of.

Any chance you wanna get together
later tonight and compare notes?

Sure. Catch you guys later.

Aren't you worried about
Kristy, you know, your girlfriend?

What about her? I need to study.

Caravaggio gives her a headache.

Kristy and I have
nothing in common.

You know, it must
be really tough

dating somebody
so different from you.

You know, different hobbies,
different movie preferences,

different taste in cuisine.

Yeah. Exactly.

Hey, if you had to pick one
food to eat for the rest of your life,

what would it be?

I would totally choose sushi.
Wait, does that sound lame?

Easy.

Sushi.

So, how about before our cram
session tonight, we go out for some sushi?

It'll be nice to go with
someone who appreciates it.

Someone who, when I say,

"Arigato gozaimasu,"
doesn't say "God bless you."

Exactly.

You speak Japanese?

Speak it? I'm
practically fluent.

You just keep getting cooler.

I guess I'll find you later?

Yeah. See you later.

Okay.

All right, let's look
at the problem here.

Fifth car in the last month.

No witnesses, no pattern, no
locations on their chop shop.

These are just cars
we're talking about, man!

Just leave it to the cops.

We're not talking about a
few kids looking for a new ride.

Everyone they've jacked has
been sent to the emergency room.

Maybe next time
it'll be the morgue.

That's true, but...

Bro,

are you sure you're up to it?

This is about what
happened last night.

My little power outage?

As your loyal sidekick
and best friend,

I'm worried about you.

How many times
do I have to say it,

I'm fine. Fine.

I know. But what if you're
out there lifting a bus

and then all of a
sudden you're not fine?

Jim, Superman had
a Fortress of Solitude

and you know what it was?

A vacation home.

Even Superman took the
occasional three-day weekend.

I don't need a vacation.

I need to catch these guys.
Are you with me or not?

All right, then. Let's
go kick some butt.

Sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You are not supposed
to be saying ouch.

George,

what's happening to me?

What the hell are you doing?

Listen to me, Kenny studied
hard. He knew this material.

I've got you now.

Worse than cheating, what
you just did is a criminal offense.

That's the school's computer.

I'd quit worrying
about your friend,

'cause the one
who's in real trouble,

is you.

This is bad, George.
This is really bad.

Calm down. I know what I said
earlier, but you're gonna be fine.

No. We have to face facts.

What if my powers
are just temporary?

Jim. You are talking crazy
now. That's not happening.

You don't know that!

Ha! Hey!

Oh! You keep that
sledgehammer away from me, man.

You ain't gonna crush
these delicate hands.

Hey, JJ. What's going on?

You did what?

Help us understand this, JJ.

I tutored Kenny. He
knew that material.

The only reason that
Litchfield flunked him was

because he thinks
that I'm a cheater.

Kenny's whole life was gonna
get screwed up because of me.

I had to do something.

It wasn't fair.

It's not up to you to
decide what's fair, JJ.

You broke the law.

So what? You guys
do it all the time.

That's not the same thing.

Mom, you zip all over the city.

At the very least,
you're guilty of speeding.

And Dad, you're some
secret crime-fighter.

Every time you get
physical with a suspect,

technically that's
assault and battery.

We don't have to explain
ourselves. We're adults.

Who make judgment calls
all the time to help people.

Look, your father and I will
go speak with your teacher, JJ.

Go ahead.

Remember how hard it was
to argue with that teenager

that didn't have a super-brain?

I'll go see Litchfield.

See if I can get him
to change his mind.

No, I'll do it. You've been
pushing yourself too hard lately.

I'm still working on it,

but I think you might
have contracted a virus

that could be having an
effect on your immune system.

Had!

Have you noticed your
kitchen counter lately?

Mmm.

Besides, I don't need super-powers
to talk to a math teacher.

I'm fine. Trust me.

Hey, so Bret Martin asked
me out on a sushi date tonight.

I've got bigger fish not to fry.

Clearly your giant brain

hasn't changed your
ability to make bad puns.

Listen, remember
how you helped me

in the museum with
all that art knowledge?

I need you to do it again,
but this time with Japanese.

Just download everything you can

and sit in the back
of the sushi bar,

and I'll read your mind.

Please?

No way. Please.

No, I'm not gonna help you lie
just so some guy will like you.

But I told him I spoke Japanese.
What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

But you lied your way
in, now lie your way out.

Stephanie Powell
is still pursuing

the late Doctor
Volson's research

on the Trilsetum coronis.

It's imperative that I know why.

You will.

I found a way to
get close to her.

I trust this way is both
cautious and reliable?

She won't suspect a thing.

Hey.

Have you checked Jim's sample
against any viral conditions?

Every virus that
I could think of.

But the truth is,

anything could be causing
your husband's reaction.

I mean, your family's genetic
code is so unique and unexplored.

I mean, we're like
scientific spelunkers here.

And what if it's not a virus?

But a hypersensitivity,
like an allergy?

Oh, my God. Okay, this one
time I was on a trip to Russia

and I thought I was
allergic to the water.

Turns out I was
just drinking vodka.

An allergen could provoke
a systemic reaction,

causing Jim's immune system
to attack the mutations in his cells.

Hmm. We need to gather and
test any new stimuli at the house.

Anything that Jim could
have come into contact with.

All right, good idea. I'm on it.

Hey, hi, hello!

Hey, Katie, it's me.

Is it more presumptuous for you
to assume that I know who "me" is

or for me to assume
that "me" is you?

Have dinner with me tonight.

Will.

I would love to, but my
boss really needs me.

Well, you have to eat.

Okay.

Would you text me later?

Okay, bye.

Was that the new guy?
You going on another date?

No, no, it's
nothing. Just dinner.

I'm glad you're going.

I miss those days

when all I had to worry about
was whether Jim liked me,

not the causal factors
impeding his super-powers.

Get out! Get out now! No! No!

Can you just wait a
minute and talk this out?

We've talked enough, Mr. Powell.
I'm not changing my mind.

Look, I know what
JJ did was wrong.

But he thought he was
doing the right thing.

Besides, you don't have
any proof that he cheated.

And I don't need it.

After I witnessed him
hacking the school's computer,

mere cheating
suddenly seems quaint.

Teenagers make
mistakes all the time.

If you weren't so busy abusing your
power as a teacher, you'd see that.

You want to see
an abuse of power?

Wait till I report JJ to the school
board and the police department.

Mr. Litchfield, I really
wish you'd reconsider.

Dad, it's fine.

Oh, my God! Dad, do something!

JJ, stay back.

Oh, God!

Dad, please help him!

I'm trying.

JJ, call 9-1-1!

What was wrong with you, Dad?

I mean, why couldn't you get
Mr. Litchfield out of that car?

I'm not sure, JJ.

You've ripped our door off its
hinges, like, three times, by accident.

And now, you couldn't
even budge the metal.

Look, I'm not sure why, but
something is happening with my powers.

They're inconsistent.

What do you mean?

Like, you're losing them?

I don't know.

Mrs. Litchfield?

Your husband's in critical
condition and heavily sedated.

The force of the collision drove
a section of galvanized steel pipe

into his chest,
piercing his aorta.

Now, it damaged the artery,

but the pipe is preventing
massive hemorrhaging.

I'm afraid if we try and
remove it, he'll bleed out.

He's...

Tell me he's not going to die.

At this point,
surgery is too risky.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

This happened because of me.

Wait a minute. What
are you talking about?

The proximate cause.

The philosophical notion

that if not for a
specific action,

a particular result
would not have occurred.

Okay, you lost
me at "proximate."

Mr. Litchfield was only in
that particular parking lot

at that specific time
because of my actions.

This is my fault.

Listen to me.

The person who
hit Mr. Litchfield

is the only person
responsible here, JJ.

A criminal. Not you.

This is not your fault.

This is all my fault.

If I'd stopped those
carjackers the other night,

they wouldn't be driving around,

crashing into math teachers.

It's approximate cause.

Or something...

You and your son
have a lot in common.

You are both very good

at feeling responsible for
things you had nothing to do with.

Have you learned anything else

about what's going
on with my powers?

Well, Katie conducted a
viral screen of your DNA,

and it came back negative.

Now she's thinking
you might be having

some sort of severe
allergic reaction.

Reaction? To what?

Well, she's running
every possible allergen,

but it's gonna take some time.

Until then, no
more crime-fighting.

At least until you
get your powers back.

But what if they
don't come back?

Here you are.

Arigatou.

What he said.

Thought you're supposed to be
some kind of Japanese expert.

Oh. I am.

I just don't want to
seem like I'm a show-off.

No, no, I'm excited to
see how much you know.

Hey, why don't you order for us?

Oh, I don't know if
you want me to do that.

I have kind of an
adventurous palette.

No, do it. I'll eat anything
you put in front of me.

California roll?

No.

We would actually like to try
something a little bit more exotic,

like...

Mukade, hebo, odori?

Mukade, hebo and odori.

Okay.

Thanks.

So, what'd you get?

How about we
have it be a surprise?

Okay.

Odori. Dancing prawns.

Look,

I know that it's an accident.

But you're here because of me.

And it's all my fault.

I just wish that there was
something I could do to help.

I didn't need
your help after all.

All I had to do was read
the sushi chef's mind.

Thanks, but I'm kind of in the
middle of something right now.

I mean, I did have to eat a lot of
gross stuff, but it was so worth it.

Bret's even more into
me now. Cool, right?

What a waste of your powers.

You're manipulating
some guy into liking you

and it's not even you
you're getting him to like.

Quit judging me.
You've done way worse.

Maybe so, but who knows how
long these powers are gonna last?

And if they were to
somehow end today,

you have ask yourself,

did you do the best you could
with them while you had the chance?

'Cause I am.

I know how to
help Mr. Litchfield.

His surgery seems
impossible, but it's not.

Listen, JJ, I know you
wanna help your teacher,

but the doctor said he
can't perform the surgery.

He's right. He
can't, but Mom can.

Well... I mean, I haven't
been in an operating room

since I finished medical school.

What can I do that
a surgeon can't?

Nothing.

You can just do it about
a quadrillion times as fast.

See, if an ordinary surgeon
were to pull out that pipe,

Mr. Litchfield's chest
cavity would fill with blood

before they could
suture the artery.

He'd die. The key is to suture
the aorta before he bleeds out.

Now, Mom is the only
person fast enough to fix it

once the object
has been extracted...

Hold up, hold up. This is a
man's life we're talking about.

Yeah, a man who will
die without this surgery.

Now I know that Mom can't do it
alone. Which is why I'll be there.

We can do it together.

All right, that's enough
crazy talk for one night.

It's too risky. Our powers
aren't always reliable.

Just because your powers are
broken, doesn't mean that ours are.

Hey, you're not going
through with this surgery.

End of story.

Another carjacking left
a man in critical condition

as thieves literally
threw him from his car

in the midst of this
busy intersection.

Think of all the people
you already have helped.

Or all the people
that still need my help.

I think I understand
what JJ's going through.

Wanting to fix everything
and not being able to.

Maybe I should've
been more sympathetic.

Mmm.

Maybe you should
be telling him that.

JJ?

Look, kid, I know
you're mad at me...

JJ?

Stephanie!

Jim.

JJ, what are you doing here?

Exactly what you think.

If you're not gonna help me,

I'm gonna save
his life by myself.

Look, you can't.

And even if you tried, you're
not fast enough to tie the sutures.

Either way he is gonna die.

At least this way, I will
have done something.

Honey, look, I know you feel
badly, but this wasn't your fault.

Maybe not,

but if we just let him
die, then it is our fault.

I didn't ask for these
powers, but I have them

and I couldn't live with myself

knowing that I could've
helped him and didn't.

Can you?

Okay.

But if we're gonna do this,

we're gonna do this as a family.

You know, it's funny.

Most people you meet online
have this Bruce Wayne profile

and then in person,
they're Napoleon Dynamite.

You are the opposite.

You're like this
super-geek online

and then in person
you're actually cool.

No, I'm still a geek.

I just try to leave
my work at the office.

What do you do?

Consultant.

But my boss has boundary issues,

so I try to keep my work
separate from the rest of my life.

And your boss?

What's he like?

Oh, Doctor Powell.
She is brilliant.

Like I don't think there's any
problem that she can't solve.

So, I just...

You know, I try and be the
Pepper Potts to her Tony Stark.

Minus all the awkward
sexual tension, of course.

Yeah. That'd be weird.

It's nice having someone
like that in your life.

Mmm-hmm.

I lost my folks when I was six.

So I was in and
out of foster homes.

I mean, things could
have gone badly for me,

but then I met someone
and he took me under his wing

and changed my life.

I mean, the way you were talking
about your boss reminds me of him.

Mmm.

Isn't it amazing how
someone can just show up

and make you feel something
when you least expect it?

Hey, the ORs in that wing
are closed for maintenance.

I know. I'm taking him
to Imaging for a CT.

Dad said you could've
been a surgeon.

Yes, but I thought I could
help more people with research.

Plus I'm a little
squeamish with blood.

Okay, guys, patient's in the
OR. I'll stand guard outside.

Good luck.

I can monitor his vitals
and adjust the anesthesia.

You can do that?

Super-genius, remember?

I started with 20
milligrams of Midazolam.

And remember, once
the pipe is extracted,

you'll have three milliseconds
to suture the aorta.

What?

Nothing. It's just...

Well, when I envisioned
us spending time together,

I was imagining something
more along the lines of mini-golf.

All right, his heart
rate's steady.

You can make the incision
whenever you're ready.

Time to remove the pipe.

There.

It's done.

His blood pressure's dropping.

The artery's been repaired.

The pipe must have
caused a second injury.

A ruptured artery, I don't know.

He's having PVCs!

And a lot of them.

He's gonna go into v-fib!

I don't know where all
this blood is coming from.

I can't find it.

Mom, if you don't do
something, he's gonna die!

His blood pressure is
still dropping, 90 over 50.

Damn it. He's bleeding from
somewhere and it's not the vena cava.

All right, JJ, tell me the path of
the left inferior pulmonary vein.

Okay, the pulmonary vein

is located

anterior to the
descending aorta,

but posterior to
the pulmonary...

Cliff notes, JJ.

Under and to the
right of the aortic arch!

Shift it over three
millimeters left.

Look, I may be quick, but
I don't have three hands

so you're gonna have
to hold the retractor.

Now, take it.

JJ, take it, now!

Slowly. That's it.

All right, I see it.

I see it's a
four-millimeter tear.

Suturing.

Awful lot to do around here
for what they pay us, huh?

Jerk.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, I can't
let you go in there.

Maintenance is sterilizing
the room for an operation.

Yeah. My operation.

I have a triple by-pass
scheduled for this evening.

Now, move out of the way.

I'm sorry. I can't
let you go in there.

Do you know who I am?

Let me see your ID badge.

His blood
pressure's still diving.

Looks like 30% blood loss.

He might go into
hypovolemic shock.

JJ! Look at me.

All right.

Got it.

We did it.

That's it? Did it work?

Yes.

His blood pressure is rising.

It worked.

You did it, Mom.

No, JJ.

We did it.

This is ridiculous.
I'm going in there.

I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

You're not me, are you?

Thank you.

This is the part that I replay in
my head for the next three days.

"Will we see each other again?

"Should I have
played hard to get?

"Easy to get?"

Not just in your
head, apparently.

No, I have a very
loud inner voice.

I had fun tonight.

Me, too.

Oh, my God, this is the
part where you kiss me.

Yes, there it is.

Oh, my God. A kiss!

I thought you wanted to...

No, yes... I mean,
yes. Yes, I did. I do.

You just made me realize
something about my research.

I'm so sorry, I've
got to go to the lab.

I'm sorry.

Call me, or I'll call you.

One of us should
definitely call the other one.

Incidentally,

I liked that kiss very much.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks, you know, for
the really disgusting sushi.

I had a nice time.

Me, too.

Hey.

Just say it already, you're
breaking up with Kristy for her.

Bret, before you
say anything else,

I need to tell you something.

Yeah.

Whoever you think I am, I'm not.

I don't like sushi,

I don't speak a word of Japanese

and as far as I'm concerned, art is just
a bunch of random shapes and colors.

Wow. You lied to me.

I like you,

but I don't know how
to compete with Kristy.

So I made some stuff
up that I shouldn't have.

I'm sorry.

I don't get it.

I mean, I wanted to be with you,

but now I don't even
know who you are.

I'm not sure I know
either right now.

But maybe, someday,

when I do figure it out,

I hope you will, too.

All right, thanks
for calling, George.

What's going on?

One of George's snitches thinks

he found the
carjacker's chop shop.

Only the cops don't buy
him as a credible witness.

They're sitting on the lead.

Where are you going?

Look, I might not be
super, but I can still help.

I can ID the carjackers.

I see them at the chop
shop, I'll call it in to Cordero.

No...

What if they catch
you snooping around?

All right, they already
put Litchfield in the hospital

and they killed another man.

Honey, seeing you and
JJ save a life yesterday,

I felt something I haven't
in a long time, useless.

Now, with or without
powers, I have to help.

Hello?

Hi, you need to get
down to the lab pronto. It's

super important.

I so love when you do that.

So what's going on?

Okay, so, Will and I
made out, awesome,

and that's what made me realize

what's causing
Jim's power outage.

It wasn't a traditional allergen

that came into contact with him,

it was someone.

Like who?

Like you.

You're saying Jim
is allergic to me?

When was the last
time you and Jim kissed?

Seriously? We're gonna
talk about this now?

Well, besides my
own personal interest,

it is scientifically relevant.

I mean, Jim and
I kiss all the time.

Oh, my God.

My new lip gloss.

I'll bet my Lord of The
Rings extended version trilogy

that your lip gloss
contains cinoxate.

Look what happens when I dose the
Trilsetum with just a tiny amount of it.

And since Jim and the plant
share the same DNA structure,

do you realize what
we've just discovered?

Jim's kryptonite.

Put the phone down.
What are you doing in here?

Sorry, I must be in the wrong
place. I'll be out of your way.

You smell like a cop.

Whoa, whoa, I'm not a cop, man.

Look, you could check my
wallet. No badge, no gun.

I'm just an artist.

I paint, I sketch, I sculpt
a little if I have time.

Hey, listen...

Easy. Listen, man,
I have a family.

We're cool.

Is he dead?

You know I don't miss.

Damn it, he's not answering.

Jim is out there fighting
criminals without his powers.

He's gonna get himself
killed. I need to go find him.

You must've missed.

I don't see any blood.

What the hell!

I'll be right back.

JJ!

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Just wanted to see
how you were doing.

I heard you were doing good.

Doing well.

Doctor says I should
make a full recovery.

Although no one actually
knows how I got better.

Huh? What do you mean?

Oh, it's remarkable, really.

Some specialist heard about my
condition and performed the procedure

without advising the
hospital administration.

They believe he was trying to avoid
any liability if the operation failed.

Wow. I mean, that's great.

So is there...

Is there anything else?

I mean, before the accident,

you and I were dealing

with an issue.

About me?

JJ, I almost lost my life.

I can barely remember
the street on which I live.

Not everything is
about you, Powell.

Right. I can be so
selfish sometimes.

I'm really sorry.

Well, I'm glad you're
doing better, Mr. Litchfield.

Will! Hi.

You bought me flowers?

Or maybe you're
just carrying flowers.

I don't wanna be presumptuous.

No, no, they're for you.

Okay.

I thought you might be
stressing over post-date etiquette.

Couldn't live with myself if that deprived
the world of a scientific breakthrough.

Hi.

You must be Will.

I'm Doctor... Powell.

Yes, Katie's told me
everything about you.

I doubt everything.

Well, it's nice to be able
to put a face to the name.

I look forward to getting
to know you better.

So it was all you? Your
kisses, your lip gloss?

I'm sorry, Jim. I
should've known.

Oh, don't be. I'm just glad
my powers aren't gone forever.

And now we know that allergens
don't affect us like they used to.

No.

You know something that still
does affect me like it used to?

You do.

Mmm.

Wait a minute.

You did get rid of that
lip gloss stuff, right?

Yes, of course.

Okay, stay here. I'm
gonna go lock up the house.

All right.

You've done good work. With
your new access to Doctor Powell,

you should be able to learn

exactly what she's
been keeping from me.

And then I can determine

what to do with her.