At the precinct, George reports to Jim that the prints, while not in the criminal database, were in social services and belong to one Amelia Hammond, an orphan who was eventually adopted by none other than Dr. King. Her name's Amelia, now? How many names does this chick get? Jim gets a distress call from Daphne, telling him to come to 21 Rush Hill Road. Wifey comes up behind her, supposedly to bring her iced tea but really to pistol-whip her to the ground. I would have preferred the iced tea, and I don't even like iced tea.
Wifey drags Daphne back into the garage and closes the door, while JJ and Kyle freak out. She gets ready to shoot JJ, but suddenly the garage door gets yanked off from outside, like the foil lid on a takeout lasagna. Dad's here! Jim tosses it aside, and uses one foot to kick the Jeep and bounce it off Kyle and Wifey, leaving them unconscious and pinned to the back wall. Daphne comes around in time to ask what happened, and JJ's excited narrative ends quickly with a look from Jim. "Well talk about this later. The cops are on their way. Let's go." Well as classic dad utterances go, it's no "I will turn this car around," but it'll do.
Stephanie presents herself at Joshua's place to tell him she's going to help him. She's working on a counter-serum that'll get rid of his symptoms -- but his powers as well. A bit suspiciously, Joshua wonders what's expected of him in return. She says she's doing this for her family, which counts Katie. "If you ever do anything to harm her, there'll be no serum to protect you from me." Okay, nice visit! And nice of Joshua to be hanging out at his place in a black suit and shirt in case anyone stopped by.