Jim woke up and was surprised to hear Blair moving around downstairs. After all, he usually had to practically drag him out of bed. Curious, he walked down the stairs and was shocked to see that not only was Blair wide awake, he was practically bursting with excitement.

"I'm back on-line!" Blair exclaimed, bouncing on his toes.

"On-line?" Jim repeated, trying to process this information that didn't seem to make any sense. 'Had Blair been having problems with his laptop?' he thought.

"You know, ON-LINE," Blair stressed. At Jim's blank stare Blair rolled his eyes and carefully stressing each syllable explained, "I've...got...my... senses...back."

"You've got your senses back?" Jim asked even more puzzled.

Blair sighed in exasperation, "My senses were repressed when I started to teach you and now they're back...you know, in full Sentinel strength." He looked at Jim and waited for this information to sink in.

"Your...You...," he trailed off.

Blair nodded, "Yep."

"Huh," was all Jim said to this and headed into the kitchen.

Blair stared at him. "That's it,'huh'," he threw his arms up in the air, "no twenty questions, no comments, just 'huh'!"

"Yep," Jim answered as he started to make breakfast.

Blair just shook his head and plopped down on a chair.

Then, suddenly Blair leapt out of his seat and dashed to the bathroom where the sound of retching could be heard. Concerned, Jim turned off the stove where he had been frying bacon and went to check on him.

"You OK, Chief?"

Blair, who looked slightly green, gave him a lopsided grin and said, "Yeah, my sense of smell was going a little haywire...guess it's to be expected until I get used to them again," he paused, "...and since when did the neighbors get a trash disposal that sounds like a freakin' Mack truck?"

"About a month ago," Jim answered wryly.

By that afternoon, Blair's excitement at getting his senses back on-line had long since dissipated.

At the station, Simon pulled Jim aside. "Why's he wearing sunglasses?" he asked pointing to Blair, who was sitting none to happily on Jim's chair.

"Uh..."Jim started not sure how or if he should explain it to him. After a few seconds, he said, "You don't wanna know."

"Your right, I probably don't," Simon said and headed into his office.

Jim walked over to his desk and asked, "How're you doing, Chief?"

"Just peachy," Blair answered sarcastically. His senses had been going haywire since that morning, and to say that he was not happy about it was an understatement.

"You don't have to be here today, you know."

"Oh, I know--but I'm staying. I can do this...it's just a matter of adjusting my dials--piece of cake."

"Uh, huh."

Blair just glared at him from beneath his sunglasses.
It was going to be a long day.

That night, Blair had The Dreams. The ones where he saw people's faces...people who needed help--who needed him. He awoke with a newfound determination. He took several deep breaths, centering himself as he had been taught to do. Then, he carefully adjusted his dials--something that he had forgotten to do the previous morning.

"You look better today," Jim commented on seeing him.

Blair simply nodded thoughtfully.

At the station, Simon briefed them on a new case. "The victim was abducted from her home last night at approximately 9pm. The crime scene seems to show that a fight had taken place and to put it quite frankly, the possibility of finding her alive are slim at best..."

"She's alive," Blair interrupted quietly.

"What?" Simon asked.

"I've seen her--she's still alive...but we have to hurry."

"You've seen her?" he questioned.

"Last night...I had a dream...," he paused and turned to Jim and said seriously, "dreams are very important."

"In your..." Simon said, thinking that he had definitely stepped into the Sandburg Zone.

"What did you see, Chief?" Jim asked.

"I saw her...and she needed our help," Blair said vaguely.

At the crime scene, the two started to try to piece together clues. After ten minutes of this, Blair was getting frustrated. He still was having trouble controlling his senses and time was of the essence.

"Take it easy, Chief," Jim said noticing his frustration.

"But, I can DO this!" Blair responded, starting to pace.

"Don't over do it..."

"But, we have to hurry--If I could just remember...," he trailed off as something caught his attention. It was just a glimmer that he had caught in the corner of his eye. Slowly he walked over to the mirror and put his hand on it. He gasped as he caught the glimmer again--clearer this time.

"Chief?" Jim asked worried as Blair stood with his hand on the mirror staring into its depths.

"I know who has her," he whispered, his eyes fixed on something that only he could see. He saw a faint image imprinted on the mirror, like a faded photograph taken the night of the abduction. It would have been missed by anyone else--they wouldn't have even been attuned to its presence. But, he had known what to look for...and thankfully they had gotten there in time, before it had faded out of existence--imprints such as this never stayed very long.
He slowly took his hand of the mirror and turned to Jim.

"We have to hurry," he breathed, feeling drained.

And hurry they did. It didn't take too long for them to track down the woman's former brother-in-law and they soon arrested him. The woman was very much alive, though a little worse for wear. She thanked Jim and Blair profusely and could not believe that they had found her so fast.

That night as the two stood looking out over the balcony, Jim turned to Blair and said, "Different skills, huh?"

"Yep," Blair answered.

"Huh."

They stood in silence overlooking the city--THIER city.

And the city stood in silence, too. For tonight was a night of silence, a night of contemplation. Because, today had been a day of significance for it had been the first day that the Warrior and the Shaman had begun to fulfill their destiny. There were still many things that the two yet had to learn, and many obstacles yet to overcome, but they had set out on their path today...and hopefully they would continue on that path--going forward toward their destiny.