John walks out of the bar and sees a sign advertising a loft for sale. Cut to a realtor showing him the space. John walks happily around the huge rooms. The realtor asks what he does for a living, and John says that he "recreates a lot." I don't know that I've ever heard that word "recreate" used quite that way. John says that he works in a think tank, and tells the realtor that he wants to buy the loft and all of the furniture too.
John sits at the bar and completes crossword puzzles. Why would that even be fun? It's not a challenge. He knows all of the answers. He also watches Jeopardy, which I think would be dull for him for the same reason. Now he's just showing off. The news breaks in to report on a nine-year-old girl named Jenny Nichols, who has been kidnapped. Ooh, timely. The girl "went missing during the morning gym class." John glances up perfunctorily, but then notices that he sees the picture of the little girl in color instead of black and white. Well, not real color. Kind of swirly color, like gasoline in a mud puddle. The young waitress walks in and yells out that she knows she's late. She shows John her art school homework, but he's too busy staring at the little girl's picture on the screen. He tells the waitress that he can see the kidnapping victim in color. The waitress points out that it's a color television. John says that there must be something about the girl. The waitress expresses sympathy for the little girl, and walks off. John voice-overs that there had to be some significance to the girl appearing in color. Yeah, the significance is that she's this week's plotline, so let's get moving. John wonders if she's related to his past: "A student of [his], a neighbor, or God forbid, what if she was [his] daughter?" Dun dun DUN!
John walks into the police station. He comes upon a detective making some excuse about why he can't get to his daughter's soccer game or something. John asks if the detective is in charge of the Jenny Nichols investigation. He is, and asks who John is. John response, "The guy who's gonna help you find her." Look, I've watched enough Homicide to know that a statement like that would vault John Doe to the top of the suspect list. I saw that episode where Steve from Sex and the City tried to help them find the sniper, and he was the sniper. Actually, the copycat sniper. Just watch the episode. It was a good one. Anyway. The detective doesn't have time for this, and dismisses John and walks away. John starts yelling out details about their suspect for another open murder case. He goes all CSI in explaining why the evidence points to a particular profile. The detective asks if John is a clairvoyant or something. John says, "Something."