Lisbon is watching Jane from the doorway, making sure he is left alone and making sure he is alright. When she had read the note from Red John she had realised the significance of the date. The image of the Patrick Jane she had first met filled her mind. A man still struggling with grief, seemingly unable to look after himself properly. She recognised in him his desperation to have something to hold on to and that something was Red John. She thought the job was the answer to deflect him and it seems to have been successful, maybe too successful as he has stormed his way through witnesses, interviews and protocol without any regard to anyone's feelings. But she had seen that moment of panic when he thought that there may have been a child victim and realised that the broken Jane may not be that far away.

The first confirmation she receives that maybe things are not as normal, is when he doesn't head straight to the victim. Usually if the technicians have gone the body is the first thing he looks at after an initial quick sweep of the surroundings, but his time he opens a wardrobe door - what is he looking for in there? She notices the effort to not look at the photos and she knows that she is right, this is difficult for Jane. After a thorough investigation of the drawers he finally rests his gaze on the photographs, his face is impassive but he doesn't pick one up and take a closer look, his hands stays resolutely by his side, but not motionless a slight tremor betrays him. He moves towards the bed, she wants to go to his side and tell him that he doesn't need to do this, but that isn't the truth because he does, for the victim, for the case and for himself. His face is hidden to her as he lifts up the sheet and his eyes slowly follow the cut marks made by the serial killer. She has always known Red John as an evil monster but this takes his terror to new heights. He took everything that Patrick Jane had in his life and yet it is not enough, dread fills her at the thought that Patrick Jane is not only Red John's celebrity victim, his enemy, his public lesson, but also he has become his toy. Suddenly he recoils and he doubles over. Lisbon rushes to his side and takes his arm. She tries to comfort him by rubbing his back and suggest that they leave.

"No, NO!"

He shakes Lisbon off, startled she almost loses her balance, but manages to keep her feet. It seems to go unnoticed by Jane locked in his own horror.

"I have to finish, Lisbon, I have to see everything. She has been killed because of me, I owe them that."

"You don't have to see everything, this is enough."

Jane looks at her and Lisbon almost gasps at the torment within, he is being torn apart. Jane begins to speak but so softly Lisbon almost has to stop breathing to hear.

"When I found my wife and daughter, I couldn't call the police straight away, I had been to crime scenes, I knew what would happen. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at them. I needed to know what they had gone through. I stored every cut into my memory , they were killed to teach me a lesson. I made sure that I understood every moment of that lesson, they had experienced unimaginable fear, pain and horror and I was going to relive it every day for the rest of my life."

Lisbon can't help but reach out to him:

"Jane..."

He steps back.

"That is how I know that Red John has duplicated every cut, the same place, same direction, same size, the only difference is that he used an adult as his victim instead of my child."

He steps towards the victim and lifts up the plastic sheet, he points:

"You see that cut there, the curve is facing in the opposite direction, he used his left hand, the only victim, until now, that has that cut was my daughter."

Lisbon feels sick herself, she watches Jane finish his inspection of the body and gently lay back the cloth.

"He hasn't painted her toenails, which he did with my family, I guess he wanted to keep somethings unique."

"Let's get out of here Jane"

"Just give me a minute"

She nods and moves to the doorway. Jane closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He opens them and stops a moment before moving towards the photographs once more, he reaches out to the back of the dresser and seems to be trying to grasp something.

"What is it Jane?"

"I can just see the corner of something sticking up, could be another photograph."

"Stop Jane let's get forensics in here."

Jane quickly takes back his arm and looks at Lisbon sheepishly:

"Sorry"

Lisbon shouts:

"We need forensics"

A woman dressed in white paper overalls and latex gloves enters. Jane points to behind the dresser:

"There is something sticking up at the back."

Jane stands back while Lisbon who has pulled some gloves out of her pocket and put them on, helps move the dresser, the photograph falls to the floor, it has obviously been torn in half. , It has landed picture side down, and she pick it up by its corner. . . Jane has come to stand beside her. She turns it over and lets out a gasp of surprise as they find themselves staring at a photograph of Patrick Jane.