Anyway, they awkwardly segue into Andy telling Wendy that all the victims had AB negative blood. I'm sorry, but shouldn't he wonder that this FBI agent who's been on this case for two months failed to put that together herself? Sheesh. Anyway, Andy takes this information and goes in entirely the wrong direction with it, saying that it points to a ritual killing, which means a human assailant. That would be a lovely theory, except for the fact that the perpetrator would have had to learn the victims' blood type in advance. Mikey's later assertion that the victims were all killed in parks suggests that they weren't chosen beforehand, so the theory's hopeless. Phoebe's starting to look like a philosopher-king here. Wendy suggests a stakeout at the park that night. Andy: "I'll bring my flare gun." Oh, so we'll get to see how apt a nickname "Andy's House Of Beef" really is.

Outside the Federal Building, Wendy catches up with Mikey. He spills the name Wendigo, and she bristles, but covers by saying that the other agents already think she's a little weird, so why don't they talk on the way to his car. He excitedly babbles the stuff Piper learned in the book but forgot to tell him, like, whatever, and declares that it's going to attack again that night. Wendy plays along, but when Mikey starts to light a cigarette, she freaks at the sight of the fire. You'd think she would have trained herself not to flinch at the slightest flame, but then she wouldn't have a reason to break Mikey's neck with a vicious palm-heel to the chin. Other than his atrocious acting, that is. Oh, and despite the fact that this is the middle of a parking garage in daytime, no one witnesses this, which I suppose is a TV staple, but they could have done this in the shadows, which also would have made the flame much more jarring. Boy, if this is what recapping this show is like week in and week out, I think I'm going to buy Demian something nice for his birthday. Perhaps a live-in therapist. Wendy walks off with a satisfied smile. Yeah, nice job not taking him out in the last two months in more controlled circumstances. Did you notice that Phoebe's initials are in "Ph.D"?

Buckland's, Touched By A Slut plotline. Phoebe rushes up to Prue and tells her that she found out that the car in her vision belonged to a P.I. called "Franklin Bates," and that the accident happened in 1989. Also, the bracelet originally belonged to a five-year-old girl kidnapped by her father. A five-year-old girl who apparently, even adjusting for inflation, wears more expensive jewelry than any of my female friends. Phoebe speculates that the P.I. found the girl, but didn't live long enough to report his findings to her mother. I'm sorry, but WHAT? How could the agency not have followed up his investigation of a felony? This subplot is too stupid for words, so I'm going to spend as little time as possible on it from here on. Claire comes in, grabs the bracelet, and says she's already got two buyers interested. Whatever.