LBO. Doggett looks over a file, a grim expression on his face. He glances up to see PPP staring at him from the doorway. PPP has horrible posture. "How long you been standing there?" Doggett wonders. "Not long," PPP purses. Doggett says that they hit "pay dirt" with PPP's profile of the perp. "There's something else," PPP announces. Doggett looks so very sad. "There's another case I'd like you to take a look at," he says. "A seven-year-old boy, riding his bike around the block. His mom is on the porch, counting his laps. He waves to her every time he goes by, and after six laps, he doesn't come back around. She goes looking for him." Doggett gulps and looks away. "She finds his bike laying out on the sidewalk. There's, um, no witness. No ransom demands. No clue as to who took him or why. The cops search door to door, block to block for two days. Nothing. No news at all. And after three days, they find him in a field." Doggett swallows. PPP stares at him from beneath his brow bone. Doggett glances over at his desk, and retrieves a file. He hands it to PPP. "It's all in here, particulars about my son. I've been over this I don't know how many times. But after nine years, there's not that much to go on. You were such a big help yesterday. If there's anything you see here...." Doggett looks so sad. I just want to give him a big hug. And then pinch his ass. "Agent Doggett, that case I helped with yesterday? That is your son's." Doggett stares at him.

PPP takes Doggett to the Dorm of Doom. The Piano of Maybe Luke is Starlight! twinkles in the background. Doggett takes in the Wall of Dead People. "What is this?" he asks. "Unsolved murders. I started collecting them before I came to the FBI. I couldn't tell you why. Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with Robert Stack." PPP tells him. Doggett looks at him. "What do you do with these?" he asks. "If I sit with them for a long time, very quietly, they tell me things," PPP explains. Purse. Doggett softly runs his fingers over a photo of Poor Dead Luke. "It's how I see what I see," PPP says. "You've been following my son's case?" Doggett asks. "For a long time. He calls to me." Doggett turns and looks at him. "Cadet? You should know there's a real good chance you're nuts." PPP doesn't confirm or deny this. Doggett comes across a photo of Bob Harvey, who he reminds us was the "closest [they] ever had to a suspect." He was killed in car crash last year in New York, Doggett says. PPP tells Doggett that Harvey was the kidnapper, not the killer. And that the same guy who killed Plastered Behind the Wall and Killed in the Alley offed Poor Dead Luke. "The guy Regali?" Doggett asks. PPP's only response is a very, very violent purse of his lips.