Vince leaps to his feet and stalks away from her, telling her he knows she doesn't really believe a word of what she's saying. What she really is, Vince tells her, is confused, afraid, panicked, and "sorry," and Prue's near tears in agreement. I, on the other hand, am near manic laughter in agreement with that "sorry" bit. As the deputy pounds on the door, Vince insists he cannot leave, and that he's been cursed, not blessed, with this "gift." Prue TKs the door in place, preventing the deputy from entering, and approaches a startled Vince, who asks her how she's holding the door shut. She tells him she's been sent to help him, and we come to a Hallmark moment: "Free the empath, release his gift," Prue chants as Vince drops to his knees and clutches her arm. "Let his pain be cast adrift," she finishes, crying a bit, and halts the TK on the door. The deputy bitches the two of them out; Prue apologizes and hands Vince Cole's business card, telling Vince she'll explain everything later. Vince eyes her suspiciously and thanks her, guessing she has no idea what she just did for him. Taking this as a compliment, she smiles at him, and leaves the loft. Vince then walks over to the disgusted deputy, who tells Vince it's time to scram. Vince notes that he's wondering what the deputy is feeling at the moment, and the deputy wonders why. Vince darts out his hand, putting the deputy in a chokehold, and starts frying the deputy's head like it's been chucked into a demon microwave. As the deputy's skin bubbles up like burnt cheese on an overcooked pizza, Vince intones, "Because. I. Can't. Feel. A. Thing." Way to go, Prue. Close up on Vince's face, then fade to black and commercial.