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.
