Piper exhales and turns her attention back to the playpen, where The Doltine Psycho mimics her earlier gestures by covering his soulless eyes with his homicidal hands. Tongue Boy responds by beaming with glee, sneezing, and squiggling out. Piper arches a brow in surprise. When The Doltine Psycho removes his hands from his face, Tongue Boy squiggles back in. They repeat this, and Piper allows herself a small smile.
Darryl's Big Fat Stupid Subplot. The S.W.A.T. team tears into the parking lot and scampers into position just ahead of Raige's arrival. She'd driven over, because orbing "could have been more magic than [Darryl] had in mind." Whatever. Long story short, Darryl wants to chat with the perp without getting shot, so Raige wings the following spell:
Blessed with powers from my destiny,
I bless this hero with invincibility.
The force of some unseen mojo whomps Darryl in his stomach, and he takes a few steps back before recovering to admit, "It feels real good." "Go get him, tough guy," Raige smiles, so Darryl's off like a prom dress. He strides up to the post office's glass doors and orders the perp to drop his weapon. The perp responds by squeezing off three rounds that in no way shatter the glass doors in front of him. The bullets proceed to bounce harmlessly off Darryl's torso and arm. Darryl eyes the spent slugs on the walkway for a second before heading in. Raige, pleased with herself, turns to leave. What a fucking waste of time and money.
High atop the Golden Gate Bridge's northern support tower, the Dolt meditates with eyes closed and arms outstretched. Oh, fine. Scratch that. Brian Krause stands with eyes closed and arms outstretched in front of a green screen while a giant fan blows in his face, and at some later point the effects department inserted an image of bridge behind him. However, it's fairly well done, so I'm not going to bitch. Much. Big Gay Chris orbs onto the tower with an exasperated "I have been looking everywhere for you!" Suddenly realizing where he is, Big Chris glances about a bit apprehensively and asks, "What are you doing up here?" "Communing with the others," is the Dolt's serene reply. Zip it, moron. Big Chris warily leans over to gaze at the road deck far below and wonders, "Can anyone see us?" "Not me," the Dolt replies with a grin, "but you look like a lunatic standing up here talking to yourself." "Whaddyawant?" the Dolt then mumbles. "It's Piper," Big Chris replies, and at that, the Dolt finally opens his eyes. "Is she all right?" "She's fine," Big Chris assures him before casually adding, "Just out of curiosity, what's the [ever-useless] Elders' policy on vanquishing demon babies?" "Why?" the Dolt side-eyes suspiciously. "No reason," Big Chris shrugs. "There's just one playing with [The Doltine Psycho] as we speak." The Dolt gapes.