"Look, Peggy…" In New York's 38th Precinct, Captain O'Neil argued with his wife through the phone. "I wasn't playing cards with Charlie Marshall. We were on a stake-out on the pier." The door to his confused and disorganized office rapped and parted open to the skinny and blonde figure of Lt. Adam Savage in uniform. The first thing Savage noticed was the outdated children's artwork of their father and the sign of "Bless This Mess." Old cases mixed with misplaced files and lunch receipts covered the captain's desk.

"Captain," Lt. Adam Savage looked across to him. "It's over."

"What's over?" O'Neil hung up his phone wishing his wife had a hobby. "My career, your career, you got to be specific."

"The Central Park slayer…" Norman looked back at him. "Denver police just picked up a guy who they've tied to three murders out there. His DNA matches our guy in CODIS…" He flipped the file round to his captain. "Robert Michael Mitchell, a drifter… He once worked as a taxi driver here. Denver police found him hanging by his underwear in their city." He paused a second. "Looks like your girl came through."

O'Neil looked over the file with the faxed DNA report and rubbed his mouth trying to think about what he should be feeling. A tear dropped from his face thinking about how long it took to get this guy. Mitchell looked like a clean cut guy, the sort he might have allowed to date his daughter, but realizing that this guy had escaped to Colorado and killed more girls because he couldn't stop him here in Manhattan left him with soul-searching questions.

"No…" O'Neil coughed back on his emotions trying be more of a stereotypical gumshoe. "It ain't over. It ain't over till mister put-them-in-the-grave is doing life in prison. Now, we start the extradition."

In Detroit, Kerry returned home in a reflective state thinking about her sister, her dream and all the accusations she had been swimming through for the last three to four months. She was so sure that it was Bridget impersonating this fictional comic book character to the world. Wondering if she was ever going to prove it to herself, she reflected first about her failed attempts to bust her. Somehow, someway, that formerly narcissistic and materialistic blonde was keeping her dual identities a secret from her own family and successively doing it as well. Her performance last night was worthy of an Oscar... an Academy Award perhaps. Kyle had no memory of the girl who had saved him even resembling Bridget. Could he have been hypnotized? Why not? If Bridget could fly, lift train cars and traverse at the speed of light, hypnotism was certainly possible. How about clairvoyance? She had an uncanny knack of knowing when to appear and read events from home from a distance; she had to be aware of them. Might as well toss in possible cloaking powers. No one was going to get another picture of her close up. She was spinning her wheels trying to get Bridget to confess. Why was she so insistent about keeping them a secret from her own sister? From their parents, of course, from their brother, naturally, but from her?… They had once shared everything. Could Bridget be out-growing her?

Entering her home, Kerry heard her father typing away at the computer and acknowledged a response from him. Inaudibly expressing a greeting back, she continued on her path through the house and then up the staircase by the front door up to her bedroom in the back of the house. Her shoulder a bit over laden, she pulled off her book bag looking to her sister with strained recognition. Bridget was stretched out on her back with a copy of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow perched on her chest as she read it. Upon sight of her sister, Bridget rolled over to her left side with her back to her sister in cold annoyance. Kerry sighed at the display of strained tension between them.

"I brought your homework from school." Kerry casually announced. "Mrs. Sagal wanted me to remind you that you have a test coming up."

Bridget didn't respond or acknowledge her.

"Steve asked me how you were feeling." Kerry tried to get Bridget to open up. "He wants to know if you want to go out with him anytime again. He says he can't stop thinking about you." She paused trying to think of something else to say. "He says thank you for the caved-in bullet. He turned it into a decoration for his rear view mirror."

Bridget pretended she was alone in the room. She licked her finger to turn the page of the book.

"Kyle asked me out."

Bridget looked up to her reflection in the vanity across from her bed. She noticed Kerry in the reflection and continued reading.

"You can't shut me out like this." Kerry continued. "Bridget, it was never about the tuition. I'm so proud of you for winning it; your story was…" She paused realizing what she was thinking. "Pedantic, disturbing and colored with pseudo-lesbian undertones… but it was also Gothic, scary, thematic and brooding. Once I started reading it, I couldn't stop. That's what a good short story should be about."

Bridget didn't make a noise. The page of her book scratched across the previous page as she turned to the next chapter.

"Bridget…" Kerry realized her sister was making her suffer on purpose. "We once told each other everything. We never kept any secrets. This was big, beyond big, and you never told me about it. I wanted to know why you weren't being honest with me. Please… why won't you open up to me? Why are you keeping this a secret from me? Why won't you just tell me the truth? Why are you doing this to me?!"

Bridget rolled her eyes trying to read her library book.

"Where are you hiding that costume?!" Kerry snapped.

Sticking her library card in her place, Bridget slammed the book on her nightstand and swung her feet to the floor. Standing up in her shorts and tank top, she silently tramped out of the room around her sister and down the hall for the kitchen. A tear dropping down her face, Kerry realized again she had let her anger get the worst of her again and kicked the wall of her room. Angry with herself, she shook her head confusingly and lashed out at her sister's belongings, flipping over the mattress and then grabbing and tossing everything out from underneath. Multiple shoes, a diary, secret love letters, forgotten unsigned report cards went flying as Kerry next attacked the closet pulling out everything on hangers and feeling around for hidden doors and compartments. Where was it? It had to be somewhere! She was not wearing it all the time! Her rage and emotion building and feeding off each other, she turned to Bridget's nightstand and pulled the drawers out, dumping and shaking them empty. She violated her sister's privacy with tears streaming down her face, gritting her teeth together and exposed every possible or forgotten secret her sister could have. The whole time she was doing so, she herself was slipping deeper and deeper into despair.