A little house. Family pictures. Broken glass on door to gain entry. Angel of Death on phone, whining to his mother about college being harder than he thought. Well, kid, I don't want to tell you how to live your life, but I think most academic advisors would agree that college is a lot easier when you're not running around all over the country killing people.

Police station, interrogation room. Cops want to know how Skeet is so sure Danielle Franklin is going to be murdered. "It's not going to make any sense," warns Skeet, but the cop points out, "It already doesn't." So Skeet explains about the hemography, and seems a little hurt when the cops exchange skeptical glances at the idea of blood forming itself into words. "The Catholic Church considers this a possible sign of a miracle!" he says. Oh, well, then. That's different. After Skeet says that all the dead people (along with himself) have experienced it, one of the detectives informs him that this sounds even worse than he thought it might.

Danielle's house. Angel of Death waits, polishing his rifle, when Danielle calls in to retrieve her messages from her machine while she's in the beauty salon, sitting with her head under one of those helmet things. The first message is from the Denver police, asking her to give them a call. The second is from Skeet, telling her the same thing. Upon hearing Skeet's name, both Danielle and the Angel of Death look very surprised. The AoD doesn't have much time for surprise, though, as he sees a police cruiser pull up outside. So he grabs Danielle's day planner, which she seems, luckily for the Angel, to have left at home, and he finds out she's got a 3:30 appointment for "color & set" at "Mile High Style."

Police station. Skeet's doing his best to convince the cops that despite his connection to all the victims, he's in town just to warn Danielle, and not to kill her himself. His cell phone rings. It's Danielle, finished at the salon and absolutely thrilled to hear from him. "I can't believe it's really you!" she burbles, and note that Paul telling her he's at the police station barely fazes her. She just says she can find it. Then she asks if he's okay, not because he's at the cop shop, but because she had another dream about him, "a bad one," she says. Skeet makes a subdued Skeet Face and tells her to get to the police station as quickly as she can. She gets in her car and is rather surprised to see the Angel of Death call her name from outside the passenger window. Commercials.