The next time, it starts, innocently enough, with some fooling around with the Teslas. Since so far it has been a ping-free day, Artie charges the three restless agents with making sure all Teslas were charged and in peak operating condition. Which meant only one thing….

"Target practice!" Pete crows gleefully, waving his Tesla around like a little boy playing army. Claudia and Myka stifle their grins. A large cardboard target has been set up to minimize the danger of hitting any precious artifacts and Pete eyes it carefully.

"Bang, bang, you're dead!" he announces, firing his Tesla in a steady stream at the target. Unfortunately, it misses the bulls-eye by only a few inches. Myka saunters up behind him.

"Let me show you how it's really done." She lifts the firearm and, looking straight down the barrel, fires. The electric blue energy hits the bulls-eye and burns a hole straight through. Looking smug, Myka hoists her Tesla onto her shoulder.

"Beat that." Pete, always the sore loser, looks distinctly ruffled by the fact that he just got beaten at target practice by a woman.

"Oh, I will." He promises, and then a dangerous gleam comes into his eyes. "I have just the thing." He runs off, and before the two women can do more than exchange bewildered looks, he returns with two apples. One of them, he's munching on. The other he holds aloft.

"Hey, Claude, balance this on your head, will ya?" Claudia eyes him skeptically.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Pete waves away her worries.

"Positive. I'm the sharpest shooter in South Dakota!" A thought occurs to him. "Hey, do you think Leena could make apple pie with Tesla-ed apples?"

"I'm not sure how that would taste…" Myka muses.

"Only one way to find out." Pete declares. "Claudia, catch!" She catches the flying apple with no trouble and, rolling her eyes, settles it on top of her head.

"Now stand still." Pete warns. "I don't want to hit you."

"Yeah, I don't want you to hit me, either." She grumbles. Directing a steely gaze at his target, Pete zeroes in on the apple, pulls the trigger, and…

WHAM! A sizzling burst of energy comes shooting out of the Tesla. At first, it seems like Pete is going to hit his target, but at the last second, the energy shifts just a little bit to the left, hitting Claudia square in the forehead. Myka dashes forward to catch the girl as she collapses.

"Pete!" Myka admonishes. "You just Tesla-ed Claudia!" Pete looks pale.

"Shit, I didn't mean to do that…she's gonna kill me when she wakes up." Just then, as if on cue, Claudia starts groaning softly. However, the groans soon turn into panicked moans and desperate thrashing around on the floor.

"No….Dr. Michener, please stop!" she cries, convulsing against the Warehouse floor. "I'm begging you….it hurts! IT HURTS!" Myka tightens her grip on Claudia's shoulders in an attempt to keep the girl's head from striking the floor too hard.

"Claudia. Claudia!" she yells. "It's okay, you're here, you're at the Warehouse. You're safe." Claudia's eyes snap open and she stares directly into Myka's eyes with a look that chills the other agent to the bone.

"But how can I be sure you're real?" she whimpers. Pete kneels down in front of her.

"Claudia, we're real, I promise, you're safe. Touch my hands." He extends his hands in front of him, brushing Claudia's with the barest of touches. Slowly, tentatively, she stretches her own hands out to meet his. Gradually, her eyes begin to come back into focus.

"Pete? Myka?" she whispers. Myka begins rocking her slowly back and forth.

"That's right, Claude, we're here, you're okay, you're safe."

"I thought…." Claudia began.

"We know." Pete and Myka say in unison. Claudia's clearly embarrassed as she shakes off Myka's hold.

"Well, what are we all standing around here for? Mister Grumpypants is gonna smite us if we don't get any work done." They work in awkward silence for a few minutes, no one wanting to acknowledge what just happened. Finally, Claudia can't stand it anymore.

"Look, guys, I gotta go…do something. I'll be back in a little bit, okay?" Without another word, she takes off running, her footfalls fading across the aisles. Not five minutes later, a second, harder set of footsteps approach them. Artie's eyes widen as he takes in the dilapidated aisle, the dropped Teslas, and the footprints that Claudia's flight left in the dust. He turns to Pete and Myka, who can't help cowering under his gaze, just a little bit.

"What. Did you do?"