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Previously on FlashForward:

All we know for certain
is that everyone on the planet

seemed to have blacked out
at exactly the same time.

You shut off the consciousness
of the entire human race

- for two minutes, 17 seconds.
- I didn't just lose consciousness.

It felt more like I was having a memory,
only it was of the future.

The same thing happened to me.

You're saying everyone's
consciousness just jumped forward

- six months?
- Crazy as that sounds, yeah.

Finding out what caused this.

In my flash forward, I seemed to have
an idea why all of this was happening.

I was getting a prenatal sonogram.
I'm obviously not pregnant.

I was with another man.
I've never seen him before.

I didn't see a thing.
What if I didn't see anything

because six months from now
I'm gonna be dead?

- What do you got in your hand?
- Something I made for you.

- What do you got?
- We got an eight-year-old boy.

Car plowed straight through a fence
at an elementary school.

- You're gonna be OK, honey.
- I know, Olivia.

How'd you know my name?

- There. Look there.
- No way.

Who the hell is that?
And why are they awake?

- I'm sorry, you are?
- His father, Lloyd Simcoe.

Time's up!

That was so cool!

- What did you see?
- Me and my family were at Disneyland.

- What did you see?
- I saw a pony.

- I was eating ice cream.
- What did you see?

None of your business.

- It's Blackout. Everyone has to play.
- I don't want to.

You have to tell. That's the rule.

- Hey! Give him back!
- Not until you tell!

Charlie! Charlie! Charlie,
you know we don't hit at school!

You're coming with me, young lady.

Charlie, get back here! Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

I've been struggling
ever since I had the visions.

They say we're supposed to
live our lives one day at a time.

But how am I supposed to do that
with the future breathing down my neck?

Every day just brings me closer
to what I saw.

And it seems like I can't avoid it.

And, uh, there you are
staring back at me.

- Guy's hammered.
- Not one of you has answers, do you?

No, you don't.
Because there are no answers.

- Because this program's a joke.
- I got an answer for you.

You need to take a walk.

Cool down a little,
spare us the rest of your bender.

Look, I hated seeing that
as much as you did,

but you know you never interrupt
another person's share.

I'm sorry, but loaded and sharing?
The guy was pushing my buttons.

- I've been dealing with some stuff.
- So is he.

I know you're worried about Olivia.

You're worried you're gonna
fall off the wagon in the future.

He's gone and done it now.

What's the difference?
You're both struggling.

Look at all these people.

Every one of them's dealing with
the same thing we are. The future.

Only difference is, most of them
don't have a support group

to help them cope with what they saw.

Maybe it was good, maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was inexplicable.

The point is, it happened to everyone.

Every single human being on the planet.

I saw my daughter alive. Explain that.

You can walk up to any one
of these strangers and ask,

"What did you see?" And they'd know
exactly what you were talking about.

When in the history of the world
has that ever happened?

We're all prophets now.

Six agents resigned this morning.

It's a grand total of 18
in the past three days.

Now, I know we're all more
than a little freaked out right now.

Everybody in this building is scared or
hopeful or confused about what they saw.

But unlike everybody
outside this building,

we have a responsibility to put
all that aside because we're the ones

people look to when
their world goes to pieces.

Wow. It was worth taking
military transport from Washington

for that little speech.

Deputy Secretary Anastasia Markham.
Homeland Security.

I heard there was an FBI field office

which appointed themselves
solely responsible

for investigating the blackout.

If there's another office or agency
that had a vision of this investigation

and has more information than we do,
let me know.

And I'll send them our case file.

Excuse me.
Problem at my daughter's school.

What were they doing
when it happened?

They were playing Blackout.

It's the same kind of role-playing
that we saw after 9l11 and Katrina.

Sorry. I can't believe she's all
that different from the other children.

The other children,
they're talking about what they saw,

just like the rest of us.

But the fact that Charlie hasn't
suggests something deeper.

So is everything OK at home?

I was with another man.

Yeah. We're fine.

Has she discussed anything
that she might've seen?

We're taking the "she'll tell us
when she's ready to" approach.

You might consider
rethinking that and asking her.

Look, obviously neither of us
want to talk about this.

But?

Charlie wasn't in my flash forward.

I'm assuming she was at home with you.

Just say it, Mark.

- You saw another man. Somebody who...
- I've never even met.

Someone who, even if I did meet,
I'd turn around and walk the other way.

You have to believe that.

But in your vision
you were involved with him.

You said you had feelings for him.

And he was in our house.
What if Charlie saw the same guy, too?

- We don't know what Charlie saw.
- It was ten at night.

She had to have been home.

Come on. It's the most
likely scenario, and we both know it.

She's upset 'cause she thinks
her family's gonna fall apart.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

I'm not gonna let some man I've
never even met come in and threaten

what we have, what we've built together.

- It's not gonna happen.
- Of course not.

But it doesn't change the fact
that we've gotta show Charlie

that Mom and Dad are still good.

Are we good, Olivia?

Well, I met with a
divorce attorney this morning.

That's funny,
I met with mine last night.

- Eh, so we're a disaster.
- DEFCON One, at least.

- Like DEFCON Plus One.
- Yeah, if it exists.

It's gonna take a hell of a lot more
than fate if you wanna get rid of me.

We're gonna beat this, Olivia.

Now, let me get this right.
You took it on yourself to use

Bureau funds to make a website?

We've been calling it
the Mosaic Collective.

And what the website does
is it asks people to post

what they saw during their visions.

Now, in the 17 hours since the site
has gone live, we've gotten over

six hundred thousand responses.

So far, it confirms the theory
that if you put the descriptions

of people's visions together, you do
start to get a definitive picture,

a mosaic, of April 29th.

Now, we're using NSA's
ECHELON network algorithm

to intercept any suspicious words
and to look for patterns.

Now, the hope is those patterns
will eventually lead to an explanation

of what caused the blackout
so we can at least prevent another one.

You're spending
millions of dollars on a hope?

Mm-hmm.

Comforting. But how can you be sure?

What makes you think
that this was a scheduled event?

Well, the blackout happened
at exactly 11 am, Pacific Daylight Time.

There's 60 minutes in an hour,
60 seconds in a minute, so the chances

of something happening at exactly
the top of any hour are one in 3,600.

In other words, the odds
of this happening by chance

- are vanishingly remote.
- I could give you a list as long as

my arm of unscheduled events happening
to coincide with the top of an hour.

Exactly. Right now,
this is all supposition.

Some people are saying
that aliens did this.

Other people are saying
it's the Rapture.

But the United States government
is not going to contribute to it

with unsupported accusations, theories
and hypothetical flights of fancy.

- All right, what's this?
- Our hypothetical flight of fancy.

This was taken at
Detroit's Oxide Super Stadium

about midway through the blackout.

Far as we know, this is the only person
on the planet awake at that time.

- Awake?
- Mm-hmm.

We don't know how
he or she is immune or why.

But, obviously,
it's gotten our attention...

...now it's gotten yours, as well.

What's all that, Mommy?

Uh, these are pictures of people
that other people are looking for.

'Cause they're lost?

Well, uh, everybody's still cleaning up.

When they're done,
everybody'll be found.

- Really? Are you sure?
- Yeah! Super-special sure.

Let's go. Hey.

Oh, It's in here somewhere.

OK, sweetie, let's go.

Just like we said in the car.

- You're gonna be super good.
- Yes, Mommy.

I'm gonna find Debbie,
she's gonna help take care of you.

- Then we're gonna...
- Charlie. What are you doing here?

We had a little incident at school,
babysitter's gone AWOL.

- What have we got?
- Admits are leveling off,

good because we're out of
hallways to put beds in.

How about that truck driver?
Get him extubated?

Yeah, and his stats are holding.
Also, Mr. Simcoe,

father of the MVA boy,
he's been asking for you.

I gotta try and get there.
It's all I can do

- to get out of the OR at the moment.
- What about Squirrelio? He's hurt!

Intensive care?

- You're hurting him, Mom.
- I'm making him better.

You know what would really help his
recovery is ten CCs of milk and cookies.

Stat! Do you think you can do that
for me, doctor? Nice. Go find Debbie.

- Dr. Benford, I presume?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm Lloyd Simcoe.

- Oh, this is awkward.
- Well, it doesn't have to be.

Simple apology for avoiding my son's
bedside, and we can move right along.

I'm sorry. You and I have never met?

Yeah. That's the general objection
I was trying to convey.

Sorry, I have to make a call.

I've been camped out at
my son's bedside for three days,

waiting to meet this mysterious surgeon
who apparently saved his life.

I am so sorry. It's just,
ever since the blackout,

I'm completely slammed with work.
So, that's why.

I can tell.

I'm sure your son has a favorite toy.

I really don't know, honestly. Um...

Well, his condition
makes him a little hard to read.

- He's autistic.
- Oh, where is he on the spectrum?

I'm not all that familiar
with the terminology.

Uh, Dylan's mother and I separated
soon after he was diagnosed, and...

Well, to make matters worse,
his mother, my wife, uh,

- she died during the blackout.
- I heard that. I'm so sorry.

Thank you. Uh, actually,
I still haven't worked up the courage

to give Dylan the news... Oh, so sorry.

Um, and I still have a fair number
of questions regarding his condition.

Sure. Well, you are in
excellent hands with Dr. Varley.

He can really answer
most of your questions.

Right.

Oh, um... Very best of luck
with the procedure.

Dr. Crane to radiology.
Dr. Crane to radiology.

Hey. Everything OK with Charlie?

- Yeah. It's fine.
- Where'd you get that?

- Oh, Charlie made it for me.
- Was it the same one from your vision?

- Yeah.
- And you're wearing it.

You don't have kids.
Charlie's in free-fall right now.

Last thing I need is her freaking out
because I wouldn't accept her gift.

Well, then do something
that doesn't involve wearing it.

What's your problem, Dem?

You putting on that bracelet, it's like
saying you want the future to happen.

Believe me, I don't.

Well, let's be honest
about why you're so worked up here.

It's not my future
you're worried about. It's yours.

What if I didn't see anything because
six months from now I'm gonna be dead?

You're panicked over what might happen.

But if these flash forwards
really are a window into the future,

then we gotta do everything we possibly
can to use them to our advantage.

What about D. Gibbons?
We made headway with the name?

There's about 15,000 D. Gibbons
worldwide, 4,000 in the US,

and of those about 1,000
have criminal records.

Bureau's working with some
local PD's to knock on doors,

- but it's gonna take some time.
- Well, we don't have time.

We don't know if D. Gibbons
is important. Remember that.

That name was on my office wall
six months from now.

This person's important.

Hey. You guys ready
to have your world rocked?

You know our
person of interest, D. Gibbons?

Well, she just strolled into our office
asking for an Agent Demetri Noh.

Let's just start from the beginning.

Uh, my name is Didi Gibbons,
short for Deirdre.

I'm 45 years old. I live in Anaheim,

and I own a cupcake store,
Didelicious Cupcakes.

I brought some.

Peanut butter chip, carrot cake
and red velvet. They're quite good.

Well, I've never been arrested.

I've never had so much as a speeding
ticket or anything like that, and...

But I'm nervous.

You're already investigating me, and...
and I haven't done anything yet.

Or I won't.

Did you see something
in your flash forward?

It was so strange.

I was in my store and I was
arguing on the phone with someone.

I don't know anything
about any cockadoodie pigeons!

I was getting very angry.
I was so snippy, and...

You need to talk to
Agents Benford and Noh.

They're with the FBI.
Criminy, it is Noh! N-O-H.

It's his last name! Chinese or
Mongolese or one of, one of the "ese. "

Asian! I don't know!
Just leave me alone!

That one's good.

In my church, we've been
talking about these visions.

What they might mean.
And my pastor suggested I contact you.

So I called the FBI offices
until I found an Agent Noh.

It's Korean, by the way.

I'm a good person.

She could be lying. Can't just take
people at their word

- when they talk about what they saw.
- She look like she was lying?

No, but it's pretty convenient,
her walking in here like this

with the cupcakes and the
snippy and the... and the pigeons.

Could be nothing, could be
the key that unlocks everything.

According to your years of
investigating global blackouts, right?

Mark's right. At this point,
any detail could be significant.

Run a background check.
I'm gonna log these into, uh, evidence.

- Hey.
- Yes?

Since we're running down details, why
don't we circle back on what you saw?

I told you. I was in a meeting.

Yeah, but like Demetri said,
I can't just take your word for it.

In my flash forward,
gunmen were coming into the office.

If you were in a meeting, you were here,
you might've seen something.

- But I didn't see anything.
- How can you be sure?

What?

All right. I wasn't in a meeting.

I was having a bowel movement.

- Sorry I asked.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

You wanted it, now you're
gonna get the blow-by-blow.

Wait, it gets better, 'cause I was also
on the can when the blackout happened.

When I woke up,
I didn't know what happened.

I'd banged my head against
the side of the stall. I was out of it.

Rafalski was in the john as well.

Wha...

Son of a bitch was drowning.

- What'd you do?
- What do you think I did?

I gave the poor bastard mouth-to-mouth.

You speak about this, email, text, fax,
Twitter, whatever, to anyone,

I will transfer you
to the ass-end of the cornfield

so fast your head will spin.

- You understand what I'm saying?
- Yes, sir.

- Get out.
- Mouth-to-mouth?

Get out.

Here we go. Full recovery.

Squirrelio! Squirrelio, you're OK!

He's still a little tender
from his sutures.

It's my recommendation
that he remain ambulatory.

- Know what that means?
- Like an ambulance?

Kind of. It means "moving around. "

So do you want to take a walk?
Let's do it.

I'm gonna take extra,
extra special care of you from now on.

I'm making super-special sure
you're always gonna be OK.

You saw another man
in our living room.

What if Charlie saw the same guy, too?

Hey, honey.

Uh, sweetie, just wait up.

Babe, you see that man there?
Have you ever seen him before?

Mm-mm. Who is he, Mommy?

He's nobody, baby. He's nobody.

Dylan! What happened to Dylan?

Who hurt Dylan? Who hurt him?

- Who hurt him?
- Hey! Baby. Honey, he's fine.

Mommy operated on him. He's fine.

- Dear heart, how do you know Dylan?
- I saw him in my dream.

You did? Where were you?
Were you at our house?

- What did you see? Oh, babe.
- Who hurt him? How did he get hurt?

- Who hurt him? Who hurt him?
- It's OK.

How did he get hurt?

Who hurt him? Who hurt him?

What did you
find out about Didi Gibbons?

Well, NCIC gives her
a clean bill of health.

And, aside from a few parking
violations, the woman is a saint.

The only thing even remotely
resembling any kind of hiccup

are a couple of credit card
charges made last week.

It was two purchases on the
same account at nearly the same time.

One for a manicure in Newport Beach

and the other at a gas station in Utah,
like, two minutes later.

It's a cloned card.
It's gotta be a cloned card.

Didi said she was having
an argument in her flash forward,

with her credit card company, maybe.

...sick to death
of you people harassing me!

- Argument about pigeons?
... cockadoodie pigeons!

Maybe the pigeon's a person,

the name of whoever stole her
credit card and charged it in Utah.

Fourteen people with
the last name "Pigeon" in Utah.

- Any criminal records?
- Not unless you include

jaywalking and indecent exposure.

Didi said, in her flash forward,
she was arguing about pigeons.

Is there someplace in Utah where,
I don't know, there's a lot of pigeons?

Wow. That's good. No, no.

As theories go, that one's,
um, that one's really thin.

- Tell us again why you're the boss?
- 'Cause he's a genius.

Well, there's not a lot of pigeons
in Utah. But there is one.

- "Pigeon" isn't the name of a person...
- It's a place. Pigeon, Utah.

Contact the Bureau field office
in Salt Lake City,

and get them running this down.

In the meantime, let's see if
there's anything for us to go on.

- Excuse me.
- I understand. Go ahead.

- I'm sorry. Do you have a minute?
- Sure.

Uh, so, I took Charlie
with me to the hospital,

and she saw a boy
she recognized from her vision.

- Did she tell you what she saw?
- No, she just imploded.

Come to see Daddy work, Charlie-bear?

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi. How are you?

Good.

She seemed to really care about him.

Seeing him in his hospital bed,
she was, she was worried for him.

Because he was in a hospital.

That's probably where she met him
some time in the next six months.

Maybe.

What? What's the matter? What's up?

His father, the boy,
his father is the man I saw.

His name is Lloyd.

- Lloyd Simcoe. His son is...
- His son's your patient.

But Lloyd didn't recognize me.
I'm positive.

You don't think?

No, I've thought about it
and I realized that I saw him,

but before he turned around
the flash forward ended.

So I don't think he saw me.
But I... It doesn't matter what I saw.

- This man means nothing to me.
- For now.

Come on. That's not fair.
You can't punish me for something

- I haven't done...
- I'm not...

Hey. I'm not punishing you, Livy.

It's just... What was that man
doing in our home?

I seem to remember you, uh,
you told me you had feelings for him.

Well, you said you were OK.
Obviously, you're not.

Until three days ago,
you never met this guy. Now you have.

The future's happening, Livy.

What if we just saw
a possible future, like a warning?

I am never gonna be
unfaithful to you, Mark.

We don't know what
"never" means anymore.

Excuse me. Hey, we just checked
with the field office near Pigeon.

Didi Gibbons' cloned card just got run.

- Our Unsub bought a bus ticket.
- Makes sense.

- Planes are still grounded.
- Ticket's for tonight.

D. Gibbons is blowing out of town.
We've got a chopper.

I, uh... I gotta go.

Welcome to Pigeon.
I'm Sheriff Keegan.

Mark Benford. This is Agent Noh.

- How are you?
- Why is this man so important?

Did he have anything to do
with the blackout?

He's a person of interest.

Well, we've set up a stakeout
across from the bus station

in case he does show.
It's like an invasion.

Your Salt Lake City field office
practically sent an army.

We're not looking
to horn in on your turf.

That's too bad.

We could use someone
to tell us what to do.

Everyone in town is fixated
on these visions they experienced.

- Does that include you?
- Not exactly.

It's a little boring,
but I didn't see anything.

Really? Nothing?

Quite frankly,
I'd rather not be any other way.

The people I know, the ones
who say they saw their futures,

they're torturing themselves over it.

Let's go.

I want to know everything we're doing
to identify this person in the stadium.

What would be the point?
I thought you didn't think this was...

What was the term you used?
"Scheduled event. "

Are you going to brief me
or crow about this some more?

Honestly, I don't see why
I can't do both for a while.

We're calling him Suspect Zero.

How do you even know
this is a him we're looking at?

Video forensics.

Do you see how his head is the exact
height of the bleacher right there?

Well, that is a six-foot wall.
And using that as a reference point,

and accounting for
camera angle and distance,

we can estimate that this person
is five-eight and 150 pounds.

Which make the odds of this
being a female less than one in 40.

Can the image be enhanced further?

Data services has
already blown out the pixels.

But we're sending it to the NSA
to see if the Fort Meade supercomputers

can do anything else with it.

Look at him. Walking around,
not a care in the world.

Not the least bit surprised.

Which means he knew
the blackout was gonna happen.

- Which means he was involved.
- Conspiracy theory is comforting.

It presents you with an enemy, it gives
you someone to arrest, put on trial.

Well, this is not
a visual effect we're looking at.

This man is real.

I just hope we can find him
before he does something worse.

What's worse than causing
worldwide devastation?

Causing it twice.

Hey, Dr. Varley.
My son's asking for some kind of

non-hospital hamburger, you know.
Wrapped in paper with a toy.

Is that sanctioned, given his condition?

Actually, uh, it's good that
he's getting his appetite back.

His vitals are looking good.
Your son's a fighter.

Well, he's gonna need to be.

Everything is gonna be OK, Mr. Simcoe.

And how can you be so sure?

I've seen the future.

Look, I know
everyone saw something different.

For me, it was something positive.

For others, maybe it was something bad.

But, either way, I've gotta believe...

I do believe that
there's a gift in the knowing.

The test of who we are now

is in what we choose to do
with what we've seen.

And that's an amazing thing.

- Go for Benford.
- It's Keegan.

D. Gibbons never even
picked up his ticket.

But you have the exits
out of town roadblocked?

Sure, but he could still
make it out of here on foot.

For that matter,
we don't even know if it's a he.

We don't know who we're looking for.

Damn it, I knew it! Look, Mark,
it was a good shot. OK? But maybe these

- future clues of yours are just...
- Bogus?

I wasn't gonna be that harsh,
but, yeah. It's been a bit

- of a goose chase here, man.
- Tell that to Didi Gibbons.

And what about this?
I saw it in my vision and it came true.

Has Charlie ever made you
one of those before?

- Yeah.
- OK, well, then it's not that amazing.

Coincidences happen all the time.
That's why they're called coincidences.

People see patterns
in tea leaves, in clouds.

Come on. Let's go home.

Yo.

- That's it. Let's go.
- Sorry about the circus.

Sorry it didn't pan out.

Sheriff, what is that place there?

Divine Doll? A mom-and-pop operation.
They went bankrupt a few months ago,

along with most of the town.
It's vacant now.

In my vision,
there was a photo of a doll.

- Next to a card with the name...
- D. Gibbons.

You're telling me
that's a coincidence, too?

You think this qualifies
for probable cause?

The county judge will.
He's my father-in-law.

I thought you said
this place was vacant.

It's supposed to be.

FBI! Open up!

- Are you D. Gibbons? Get down!
- Freeze! Don't move. On your knees!

Are you alone here? On your knees!

- Don't move! Get down on your knees!
- Get down!

Get down!

He who foresees calamities
suffers them twice over.

What did you say?

Officer down!

All right, fellas, take it away.

Excuse me, could I take a look
at the photo you took?

Thanks.

- Shooter's in the wind.
- Dem, I'm sorry about Keegan.

- I know what you must be thinking...
- Could we talk about that later?

All we got now is a cell phone
and a white queen.

So who was our Bobby Fischer
playing chess with?

Exactly.

Chess pieces. Dolls.
What the hell was he doing here, Dem?

ERT guys' best guess is he was doing
some heavy-duty computer hacking.

According to data forensics, our guy
has been super busy since the blackout.

Been hacking into nets
all over the world.

VLA in New Mexico, particle collider
at CERN, GPS network.

He even tried to hack into
Mosaic through the NSA.

Why?

I think he was ruling out
possible causes.

I don't think we're the only ones
investigating why the blackout happened.

Dr. Benford. Your patient
pulled through, I see.

I'm sorry I didn't
get to see your son today.

I was really busy.

All human patients, I swear.
I should get her home.

I've been sitting here,
thinking of a way

to tell my son...
that his mother is dead.

Well, however you tell him,
just be sure to tell him you love him.

Is parenting really that simple?

It's the only simple part.

Take care, Mr. Simcoe.

I'm back, Dylan.

Now, there's something
I've been putting off telling you,

because I wanted you
to get better first.

And you know what?
You really are getting better.

I guess you're...

I guess you're wondering why
your mother hasn't come to see you yet.

She... She's not here.

Yeah, that's... Yeah, that's right.

You see, Dylan, um...

When the blackout happened,
when everyone fell asleep...

...your mother never woke up again.

She was in an accident, and she, um...

She died?

Yeah.

It's just you and me now, kiddo.

But we're gonna be OK.

I love you.

I wanna see Olivia.

3:00am, guys. I was just about
to fall asleep. What's going on?

What's going on is that I'm eating crow.

Tell him.

I managed to pull the
IMEl number off the cell

you and Mark recovered from Utah.

And, as it turns out, D. Gibbons
made a series of six calls.

Five right before the blackout
to another disposable cell.

A lot of people
made calls before the blackout.

Mark was on the phone with you.

Yeah, I know. But the sixth call was
placed 30 seconds into the blackout.

I traced it to another cell.

D. Gibbons was on the phone with
somebody else during the blackout.

Yes, but not just any somebody.

The second call was placed to someone
within range of three cell phone towers,

allowing me to triangulate a position.
Let me ask you this.

What kind of a place has multiple towers
to handle increased cell traffic?

- A baseball stadium.
- Yup.

D. Gibbons was talking to Suspect Zero.

And then there were two.

- How many postings so far?
- Nine hundred thousand and counting.

This site's taken on a life of its own.

Everybody's got a story, just trying
to corroborate what they saw.

I feel like an idiot.

I've been ragging on Mark
about all this future stuff, but...

I gotta admit, these clues on his board,
seems like they're actually panning out.

Look who's up late.

Or early, depending on your perspective.

Hi.

Ginger-coconut. Blue Hawaiian.

- Ah.
- Nothing says gratitude

- like tropical flavoring.
- Thank you, thank you.

We didn't really do anything.

You don't think that saving
my credit score and my peace of mind

- isn't anything? Thank you.
- Well, thank you.

Enjoy your sugar rush,
but get back to work.

Mmm.

Ooh. Flash forward
to my ass ballooning two sizes.

Yeah, but you saw yourself pregnant,
so your fat ass gets a pass.

You know, it's so funny.

I've never had that
"ticking clock" feeling.

You know, I've never even
had the urge to have a baby.

But there I was.

Some blond woman
giving me an ultrasound.

This sonographer,
maybe she saw you, too.

Maybe she's out there somewhere,
waiting for you to post something.

Yeah, why not?

- I wanna know.
- It's a girl.

OK.

There. Your turn.

I didn't see anything, Janis.

Yeah, you know, some people
just think that means you'll be asleep.

Or it means I'll be dead.

I met a woman today
who didn't have a vision.

Five minutes after she told me,
she was shot and killed.

Have you talked to Zoey about this?

In my experience, um,
fianc�es aren't really big

on their grooms dying
before the wedding.

Ruins the first dance.

- Yeah.
- Heavy corpse.

It's bad wedding etiquette or something.

OK. If you're gonna be dead,
and that's a big "if"...

...don't you kind of
want to know how it happens?

I don't know. I don't think so.

Yeah, but if you know,
maybe you can prevent it.

And maybe there's somebody out there
that has information that can help you.

What the hell.

- Hey, it's 3:00 in the morning.
- Didn't want to wake you.

Got back late.

- Ginger ale?
- Mmm.

How was Nevada?

Utah.

Dead end.

You all right?

At work, I'm making moves,

betting the future
is gonna happen as I saw it.

But here, at home, with you,

us, me, I'm praying it doesn't.

Did I do the right thing,
telling you about Lloyd?

You did.

We shouldn't
keep secrets from each other.

Why'd you make a fire?

No reason.

This is Demetri.

Mr. Noh,
I'm sorry to disturb you.

But I'm calling in response
to your Mosaic board posting.

My post? Already? Who is this?
How'd you get this number?

I can't divulge that, but I can
tell you my vision involved you.

Go on.

In my flash forward,
I was reading an intelligence briefing.

And, I am sorry,
there is no delicate way to say this,

but on March 15th, 2010...

...you are going to be murdered.

- You're home, Daddy?
- Sorry, sweetie.

I didn't mean to wake you.
Go back to sleep.

- Daddy?
- Yeah, hon?

The reason I was bad at school...

...it's 'cause
the other kids were saying

the flash forwards are gonna come true.

Only the good ones, honey. I promise.

So if the bad ones aren't gonna
come true, why did people have them?

Think of them like a warning.

You know, like when Mommy's driving
and the traffic light turns yellow?

It means there's
a stop sign coming ahead.

So we don't crash.

Exactly.

I don't understand my warning.

What do you mean?
Did you see something scary?

D. Gibbons is a bad man.