Later at the station

"Lots of people get matching tattoos, Jim--it doesn't mean anything."
"But look at it--it's like some kind of symbol or something," Jim argued jamming his finger at the picture.
"It's nothing," Blair insisted.
"Besides it looks familiar--like I've seen it somewhere before."
Then it hit him. He knew where he had seen that symbol before.
"Give me your wrist."
"What?"
"Give..me...your...wrist."

Reluctantly Blair held out his wrist. Jim looked at it puzzled. No tattoo. He had been so sure... Grasping the arm firmly, he ran his fingers over the area. Surprised he glanced at Blair.

"Never seen it before, huh?" he said clenching his jaw.
Blair swallowed nervously.
"You've had it removed--but I can still tell it was there."
Blair snatched his arm away.
"Jim, you don't understand."
"What, are you in some kind cult or something?"
"No, I'm not in some kind of cult or something!" Blair responded angrily.
"Then what's the symbol for?"
Blair kept silent.
"You're withholding evidence from a police investigation, I could have you arrested."

All he got in response was a glare.
Blair stormed out of the Bull Pen having an unnerving sense of déjà vu...

Never before had he felt so exposed. He felt like he was being watched from every direction. After the episode at the Bull Pen, he had alienated Jim and Simon. Thinking back, that might have unconsciously been his intention. He shivered. Even in the hustle and bustle of the street he felt alone. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. And there it was again, the feeling of being watched. It was almost constant now. He knew he was alone in this. The Watchers sure weren't going to back him up nor was anybody else. He knew he could count on Jim if he told him but, he couldn't. He probably wouldn't even believe him anyway. Blair still couldn't believe they had accused him of being in a cult. Though, once he thought about it, the Watchers were kind of like a cult,one that you didn't want against you...
He quickened his pace...

Down the road in his idling pickup truck, Jim focused in on his hearing as Blair reached a payphone. The conversation just managed to confuse him more. But whatever was going on, it was dangerous,and Blair was right in the middle of it...

"Hello?"
"Joe? Man, I'm in deep shit."
Blair darted his eyes around nervously.
"What's going on?"
He took a deep breath the irony of the situation not escaping him.
"I'm being watched."

"Watched? By who?"
"Summs, the Watchers, maybe the police."
"The Watchers?"
"Yeah, for some crazy reason they think that I....." Blair froze as something caught his eye.
"I've gotta go," he said hurriedly, hanging up.
He darted out of the phone booth and ran straight into someone.
"Going somewhere, Watcher?" Summs grinned down at him coldly.
"Oh, shit!"