They drove for a while. Gus seemed to know where Dynovision was. Shawn leaned forward between the two front seats and started drilling Jane about where she was from.

"So you're a librarian from Indiana and you're randomly in Santa Barbara, but you have no car, no clothes and no wallet." Shawn surmised. He watched as Jane got a slightly panicked look on her face. "Look it's not like we're going to turn you over to Lassie and have him put you in prison. I don't know if he would even do that now, since he got you coffee. I just need to make sure you're not going to flip out at some point and kill us all like that girl in Serenity." Jane gave a half smile at Shawn's analogy. "Just tell us the truth. We can't help you if we don't know anything." Jane glanced at Gus, who gave her a reassuring smile. Jane sighed. When she woke up that morning to Lassiter swearing in the kitchen because he was out of coffee, she had given up hope that this was a dream.

"You guys want the truth?" She asked, as Gus pulled into the parking lot at Dynovision. Shawn nodded furiously while Gus was more hesitant. She sighed again. "I don't really know how I got here. I was walking to my car after getting off work and I went to cross the street and Lassie pulled me out of the way of a car. When I turned around I was in Santa Barbara not Indiana."

"That doesn't explain the creepitude." Shawn argued.

"Or the lack of money." Gus added.

"I must have dropped my purse when I was trying not to die." Jane snapped at Gus. She sighed and then started telling her story. "Where I'm from, and I don't mean Indiana, there's a TV show called Psych. It tells the tale of Shawn Spencer and his best friend Burton Guster. Shawn Spencer uses his keen observational skills to help the Santa Barbara Police Department solve cases. It's my favorite show and I've seen all the episodes." Jane explained.

"We're part of your favorite TV show. I have awesome hair, Gus has a head of perfect roundness and you picked Carlton Lassiter to be your favorite?" Shawn asked, disbelief filling his voice.

"Shawn, focus for a minute." Gus snapped. "TV shows aren't real. There's no logical or physical way she can be here right now and know all this stuff because of a TV show."

"I can't figure it out either." Jane admitted. "But I'm not crazy."

"If this is just a TV show to you, how come you don't know who killed Ian Hudson?" Shawn said, focusing back on what Jane was saying.

"This case isn't an episode. I must have messed up the space time continuum, like Marty McFly did in Back to the Future. I solved the Salamatchla case in hours, not days. You should be solving the attempted murder of a bollywood dancer right now. I used to think this was all just a dream, but I've been here so long I'm beginning to think I'll be here forever." Jane could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

"Shawn, say something to make her feel better. You know I'm a sympathetic crier." Gus said, grabbing Kleenex out of the glove box.

"So wait…. You know stuff from the TV episodes, stuff that we wouldn't know because we aren't in the scene. Like with Lassie's ex-wife telling him she still loved him." Shawn started to piece together a plan.

"Yeah, you guys aren't in every scene." Jane replied not sure where Shawn was going with this.

"So what does Jules say about me when I'm not around. I'm really curious." Gus rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be dating Abigail right now?" Gus asked irritated Shawn wasn't taking the news that Jane was from an alternate reality a little more seriously.

"How popular is this TV show?" Shawn asked avoiding the question. "We're probably super stars.

"You guys are under rated. It's been four seasons and people still don't know about the show like they should. Simon Baker gets all the attention."

"Four seasons? That doesn't make sense. I've only been working with the SBPD for just over three years." Shawn said.

"Well, obviously I'm a little ahead of where you guys are right now." Jane mumbled. "C'mon let's go talk to the Dynovision people." She got out of the car to avoid further questions. She didn't really want to talk about the fact that Shawn was going to be shot sometime in the next two months or the fact that in the next six months he was going to face off against Yin.

"Shawn, she really is crazy." Gus hissed at his friend as they stalled getting out of the car. "No one thinks they're in a TV show."

"Just play it cool dude, we'll figure it out." Shawn said trying to reassure his friend. He didn't know what to think. Everything Jane was saying actually made sense, if he let go of the logical side of his brain that said no one could possibly be from an alternate reality. Jane was standing outside the car waiting for them.

"Just do me a favor," She said hesitantly. "don't tell Lassie or Jules about this."

"Why would we? We don't want to get locked away with you." Gus half snapped. "Shawn, let's go talk to these people."

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Lassiter and Juliet were heading for Mintark. Armed with the information they had gotten from Madison Roth they were ready to question Ian Hudson's employees and co-workers.

"If we can get enough evidence from questioning these people we can get a warrant for prints and DNA to find the woman who had been staying with Hudson." O'Hara was saying. Lassiter, however, wasn't really listening to her babble on about procedures. He loved a well executed procedure just as much as the next cop, but he wasn't focused on the case like he should be. "Carlton?" O'Hara's voice broke into his thoughts. He realized she had asked him something.

"What?" He snapped, a little irked he had been caught being distracted.

"I just asked if you had learned anything more about Jane while she was at your house last night."

"She's twenty-three, likes orange and Chinese food." He said remembering his conversations from the night before. "She's also comfortable with firearms."

"So, nothing more about how she could have gotten here with no identification or money?" O'Hara probed remembering the awkward admission Jane had made at Scooter's when Lassiter had asked her if she was buying coffee.

"No," Lassiter said with enough finality in his voice to get O'Hara to drop the subject. "When we get back to the station, run ticket sales for the opera last week and make sure that Roth was telling the truth when she said Hudson attended that with her." He ordered O'Hara, his mind back on the case.

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As they walked into the lobby of Dynovision Jane realized how tired she was of visiting companies. Hopefully this would be the last lobby she would be in for a while. Dynovision was modern like Centremark had been, but instead of stainless steel accents the lobby had black wood and plush lime green chairs scattered around the room. The small, old lady sitting behind the reception desk strongly reminded Jane of a vulture. The secretary's long neck allowed her to survey the lobby looking for trouble. Her old fashioned style of clothing offered a sharp contrast to the blaring youthful vibe the lobby was trying to show. Jane couldn't help but wonder if this lady had been working for Dynovision since the years of radio.

"Can I help you?" The secretary rasped at them with a voice that could only belong to a chain smoker. Shawn gave the woman a winning smile.

"Yes ma'am, we're from the Santa Barbara Courier we were wondering if," Shawn quickly scanned the phone list on the desk in front of the secretary. There were a few names highlighted and Shawn assumed these people would be important. He picked one at random. "Mr. Appleton was available." The secretary raised her eyebrow.

"Mr. Appleton is in meetings all day. I doubt he'll have time to talk to reporters." The woman said her voice cold and direct. Shawn didn't let his smile falter. He did a quick study of the woman. Her voice gave her away as a long time smoker, but there was no pack of cigarettes in her open purse, which Shawn could see tucked behind her chair. Instead there was a package of nicotine gum. He glanced back at Jane who was watching the exchange curiously and Gus who was rolling his eyes as Shawn struck out at getting them into Dynovision. Shawn turned back to the woman, who he now knew was named Martha thanks to the post-it attached to her computer moniter.

"I think I should have been more specific. My name is Shawn Spencer and I work for the Courier writing horoscopes as well as other articles. They have me write the horoscopes because I'm a psychic. I'm sensing you've been trying to fight an old habit." Shawn gave Martha a warm smile. The steely demeanor of the secretary faltered a little bit and she sighed.

"It's hard to stop smoking when you've been doing it as long as I have, but my son's mother-in-law was just diagnosed with lung cancer. It makes you stop and think about your health."

"Well, the spirits are telling me that you'll have no problem fighting this habit." Shawn assured her.

"Thank you for the encouragement Mr. Spencer." Martha said, giving him a smile. "If you'd like to leave your number I can relay a message to Mr. Appleton that it is important." Shawn gave her Gus' cell number and then motioned for the other two to follow him out the door.

"That didn't really help you with the case." Jane pointed out as Gus unlocked the car.

"On the contrary my time traveling friend, Mr. Appleton will undoubtedly call and I noticed he had a meeting with Mintark the day before Ian Hudson's murder." Shawn said.

"Which means Lassiter and Juliet will probably bring Appleton down to the station. According the office listings he's the CEO of Dynovision." Gus added. "They'll want to know if he could have killed Ian Hudson to stall the buy out and save his company some money."

"So where do we head now?" Jane asked.

"Back to the Bat Cave," Shawn said. "and by Bat Cave I mean the station. The coroner should be done with his report."

"Shawn we can't take Jane into the coroner's office." Gus objected. Jane was glad he spoke up. The idea of a morgue wasn't something that excited her. Seeing it on the show was one thing. Going to it in real life was another.

"Don't worry buddy, we'll figure it out." Shawn assured him. Jane thought about the fact that she'd told them her secret. Shawn didn't seem as freaked out by the idea as she thought he would be two days ago when Lassiter had picked her up. She figured Gus was freaking out on the inside rather than showing it. She knew she had to tell Lassiter and O'Hara eventually, she just wasn't sure how they would react.

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Jane followed Shawn and Gus into the station. It was never really clear in the show where the morgue was and Jane had always assumed it was attached to the station in some form, like the gun range in the basement. Shawn pointed to a bench.

"You can wait there for us. It shouldn't take that long and Lassie and Jules aren't back from Mintark yet." Before Jane could object Shawn and Gus had disappeared around a corner. Jane sighed and flopped down on the bench. She sat for a few minutes fiddling with a smiley face sticker someone had stuck to the arm of the bench. McNab walked by and then doubled back when he saw Jane sitting by herself.

"Hey you," He said. Jane looked up to see him giving her a big smile. "thanks for all the help on the Salamatchla case yesterday." Jane smiled back. "What're you doing here?" He asked her sitting down on the bench beside her.

"Just waiting for-" Jane paused, she doubted Shawn and Gus were allowed in the morgue. "Just waiting for Lassiter to get back." She finished. "He and Juliet went to Mintark today." McNab nodded.

"Well, they shouldn't be too long. Detective Lassiter hates questioning people outside of the station." Jane smiled.

"Yeah, are you doing ok?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" McNab asked his face changing from one of open happiness to slight confusion.

"Well, because of the bomb in your mailbox….." Jane trailed off when she realized that by solving the case McNab hadn't been targeted.

"Bomb? What bomb?" McNab's voice got a little panicked.

"Buzz no, it's okay! I didn't…" Jane held up her hands to calm McNab down. She didn't know what to say, she hadn't really been thinking when she had blurted out that particular point of the plot.

"You didn't what?" McNab's face was pale and he was starting to breath unevenly.

"I got my psychic channels crossed." Jane said trying to get the rookie cop to calm down. "It's fine there's nothing in your mailbox but mail." She paused for a second. "I think…."

"You think!" McNab exclaimed.

"Have you checked your mail since you arrested Salamachla?"

"Well, yes. I check it when I go home in the evening." Jane gave a sigh of relief.

"Then you're okay, you didn't explode or anything." McNab still was giving her a confused look. "You don't freak out when Shawn tells you stuff like that." Jane complained to him.

"Shawn has never told me that my mailbox might have a bomb in it." McNab pointed out.

"McNab!" Lassiter barked as he and Juliet walked through the door. "I doubt you get paid to sit around on benches with visitors." Buzz flinched as Lassiter berated him. He waved good-bye to Jane and gave her a slightly apologetic look.

"What did Buzz mean about a bomb?" Juliet asked, watching the rookie head back to his duties.

"I just made a psychic mistake." Jane mumbled.

"Did Spencer just leave you here?" Lassiter asked ignoring the comments about a bomb. He looked around the station for Shawn and Gus. Jane shrugged.

"They had something to do." She said leaving out the part where the something to do was in the morgue without police supervision.

"Damnit, don't they know they can't just leave you around the station or anywhere for that matter." Lassiter snapped. Juliet raised her eyebrows at Lassiter's sudden protectiveness of Jane. "C'mon, you can sit at my desk." Lassiter said motioning for Jane to follow him. He grabbed a chair from an empty desk and put it in front of his desk so Jane could sit there while he and O'Hara talked through their findings from Mintark.

"That intern. Miranda seemed pretty broken up about his death." O'Hara said posting a picture of a blonde woman in her early twenties on the cork case board. The board already contained pictures of the crime scene as well as a time line of Ian Hudson's day leading up to his death.

"She has a solid alibi for that night. The coroner pegged Hudson's TOD somewhere between one and three in the morning." Lassiter said shaking his head and pointing to a space on the time line that marked out in red. "We need to check alibis for Madison Roth and Paula Ross, but Ross said she was home with her husband all night. They have a home security system installed. If she left home at all it'll be on the records and getting warrants for those should be easy if she won't hand them over herself."

"What about Nate Appleton?" Jane asked, forgetting Lassiter and Juliet hadn't gone to Dynovision.

"Who is Nate Appleton?" Juliet asked leafing through the personnel roster for Mintark to make sure she hadn't missed his name from before. Jane couldn't explain to them that she'd been to Dynovision so she did the next best thing she could think of. Jane raised a hand to her temple, hoping it didn't look ridiculous.

"Nate Appleton, he's going to be spending a lot of money."

"Not you too," Lassiter grumbled, rolling his eyes at Jane's psychic antics.

"I think Nate Appleton is a dinosaur." Jane finished, remembering to give enough of a clue to lead the detectives to the next step, but not outright say what was going on.

"A dinosaur," Lassiter repeated.

"Maybe Dynovision?" Juliet suggested.

"I was hoping for a T-Rex." Jane commented under her breath, glad to see the detective's were on the right track.

"Didn't Madison Roth say that Dynovision could lose millions by having to switch paper companies?" Juliet asked, flipping through her notebook.

"Which gives him a motive." Lassiter finished. "Maybe we'll pay this Nate Appleton a visit."

"You can't Lassie, the psychic world is saying he's tied up in meetings all day." Shawn said coming over to the head detective's desk with Gus. They had obviously gotten information from the coroner and had even stopped by the vending machine to get some bugles.

"Spencer, it's about time you showed up. You can't just leave Jane sitting around the station by herself." Lassiter snapped.

"Woah, easy there Lassifrass." Shawn put up his hands defensively. Lassiter's eyes narrowed when he saw bugles on Shawn's fingertips.

"If you're done playing with your food, we need to go through some more evidence. So why don't you make like a drum and beat it."

"Because there are riots in Peru." Shawn replied. "C'mon Gus, I have the distinct feeling we're not wanted here. Maybe it would be a good time to catch up on our favorite detective show." He gave Jane a meaningful look. Jane ducked her head. If Lassiter heard Shawn's comments he ignored them and continued to go through files.

"Detective Lassiter," The chief's voice rang out from her office door. Lassiter grimaced and then turned to face his boss. "A word in my office, now" She added when Lassiter didn't move. Lassiter grumbled but put down the file on Mintark and headed for the chief's office. Jane watched him go in and close the door. She then saw the chief shut the blinds. Whatever Lassiter was in there for Jane didn't have a good feeling about it.