"What are you doing down here? How did you find me." We don't see what he sees. Connor backs up against a fireplace, unlit, and he too becomes a whimpering, terrified person — as opposed to a strong, terrified person who keeps his cool. It seems way out of character.

Connor has disappeared. Riley's ultrasound sweep can't hear a peep or find him sucking his thumb anywhere. He can't be contacted on his radio. But through a GPS connection, Riley finds him walking across town. He's gone AWOL, and tells McBride he can do more outside the house than trapped inside doing nothing. McBride speculates that as a former prisoner, Connor may react even more adversely to being cooped up.

Where are those beloved time or location stamps from the last episode? This one would read, "Kitchen five minutes later." Maureen and Anna are talking in the kitchen and when McBride calls, she tries to leave the kitchen and opens doors and keeps on finding herself back in the kitchen no matter how many times she tries to get out. Not too sure what personal fear this addressed, but she breaks out in a sweat.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind," she tells McBride who has walked into the kitchen and breaks her out of her trance with the intoxicating aroma of pomme frites. "It's alright. It's just the house," he replies.

Vasco in the front lobby of the house hears the music box again and drops her cup. She sees herself at the top of the stairs, as a child. I think. She hears a lullaby and when she gets back up to the blood room, it stops.

Her mom is there at the mirror again, playing with her hair. Her mother is a cold-hearted bitch. She is also a gorgeous knockout, but doesn't look the type who would keep on brushing her hair over and over. When PJ sees her, she gets a goofy smile again and tears up with joy.

"This is always my favorite time," mom muses. "I have the house to myself. Your father's gone, and you're gone. I get to be alone."

"You ... you like to be alone?"

"It gives me time to think. I think about you and wonder what's so wrong about you. ... Can you imagine what it's like to have a child, a beautiful child, only to find yourself frightened by the very thing that you love the most?"

"You're frightened by me?"

"You were never like the other children," the mom muse continues. "Before you could talk I knew you were different. All the dreams we had for a child..." She turns around and spits out, in a voice deeper than the Grand Canyon, "... only to discover I was the mother of a freak."

Daaaaaaaaaaamn. That little shredding of PJ's security blanket could have been done way more subtly. It's over the top. This is like one of those X-Files Halloween specials that they play for fits and giggles, ones where they break away from the intensity of the show to have a little fun. It's like it, except the Painkiller Jane creative team is playing it seriously.