Thursday, later in the afternoon

Team Vicodin catches up with the sister at her big, rug-bedecked place. Sarah serves coffee in nice china cups. The apartment has hardwood floors and looks expensive, except she tells them she was heading to work — in the middle of the day? When they tell her they know what her brother can do, she stops in her tracks and starts unburdening.

She knows of her brother's talent, but it's a new development. It's progressed from vague feelings to outright visions of "When and where and how many people are going to die." Though he has been there, Sarah doesn't know where he is now.

"When these premonitions first started," she says, "he was afraid they were the result of some secret government experiment. And now he's afraid they want to dissect him and he probably wouldn't like I was talking to you."

Ethan told his the sister the same story about three dead federal agents. Sarah got the feeling he was saying goodbye, but in a tingly moment of cool, you realize she's talking to the woman who shoots him. He calls in while they're there and starts talking on the phone about 11 people dying in a six-car traffic pile-up accident after a traffic light and five blocks of power go out. A transformer explodes at the Westdale Power Station within the hour. 

Thursday, 4:30 p.m.

The outdoor BBQ traffic accident happens because no one listened to Jane as she's left hangin' on the telephone as she and McBride head to the scene. They eventually get there and it's a fiery mess. I idly wonder why Ethan couldn't have called a warning in early, but I quickly stomp that wonder into submission. Anyone can wonder themselves into a funk and a pointless exercise of criticizing the indefensible. That's too easy; all shows can crumble under such scrutiny.

PJ beseeches Andre to stop the pursuit of this Neuro. "You have to let this one go, Andre." He says they can help the guy get rid of the visions and lead a normal life by chipping him.

The sleuthing continues and they find themselves in a military surplus store near where his sister lives. The owner behind the counter says she he told her his name was Sam Whitaker. After trying to downplay his purchases — ropes, water purification kits, and other survival gear — she finally owns up to selling him a couple of rifles and knives.

Just then nosy parker Jane eases open a small cabinet out on the shop floor and sees grenades and semi-automatic weaponry inside. See, the cabinet was unlocked with the key still hanging in the hole. It happens. It does. Threatened with closing up shop for selling these illegal items, the owner opens up like Britney on a drunken binge. Apparently, he was freaky enough to attract her attention, but she wasn't going to let the idea of a homicidal serial killer deter her until her own very ample ass was on the line. He's been buying "enough guns to supply an army" and trip wires, she says.