Jerry freaks out.

Jerry looked around in confusion. Where was Jake?

Wait a minute, who was Jake? He looked up at the two women and suddenly felt a wave of self-loathing like he'd never experienced. He instantly balled up a fist and struck himself in the stomach hard enough to double over in pain. He pulled back his arm to hit himself again when Sam grabbed it.

"Whoa, whoa, Jerry! What are you doing?"

He let out a loud sob. "I- I- I'm a piece of shit!" Jerry wailed inconsolably. "Look what I did to you! Oh my God, the things I had planned! Oh God!" He curled up on the ground in tears.

Sam looked to Janet, who shrugged. Help me out here, she mouthed. Janet sighed and closed her eyes. Jerry slowly stopped crying and looked up.

"You did- what did you? You made me touch that thing and now I'm..." He paused. "I deserve this. The things I've done, oh God. I deserve this."

Sam wasn't used to being out of the loop. She gently pried. "Deserve what, Jerry?"

He sniffled. "Jake. Jake? That was that guy's name. The dead guy was Jake and you took me here to... to frame me? It wasn't a good plan but it was what you wanted to do. Not like a piece of shit like me deserves better." Sam glanced at Janet. "Anyway, when you got here Jake's body was gone and you made me touch that thing and now I-" He cut off his sentence with another loud wail.

"Janet, can I talk to you in the other room?" Sam asked, then nodded. "Oh right, privacy isn't a concern right now. What are we gonna do with Jerry? We can't just leave him like this."

"More importantly, where the hell is Jake?" Janet asked. Jerry nodded and spoke. "We need to figure that out first." The girls shot him a glare and he quieted down.

"Do you think he survived? It sure felt like he died." Sam mused. "There was so much blood, too. So did someone move him? Who would do that, and why?"

Jerry chimed in. "Maybe the-" He got a look on his face and promptly closed his mouth again. Janet sighed.

"Well, we don't know where he is so we can't deal with that right now. What we can deal with is this guy." She pointed to Jerry, who was sitting quietly with tears streaming down his eyes.

"I have an idea." Sam said. "It might be yours, but I don't think it is. Remember in the park, when you **** your way into my brain by overwhelming me with your thoughts?" Janet frowned at that, and Sam nodded. "Of course you do, that's what got us into this mess. What if you could do something like that with Jerry?"

Jerry started to speak but Janet cut him off. "And have him just mirror everything I do? What would be the point of that?"'

"Well, what you gave me was a pretty overwhelming dose. Maybe you could scale it back a little? Just put him in a more pliant state? That way he's a little less Jerry and a little more, well, you. Then we could leave him here and have him call us if Jake comes back. He won't be reacting to every little thought that crosses your mind. He'll be more like a puppet."

Janet nodded. Jerry finally spoke. "That's a crazy idea, but I think it's the best we've got. Besides, it'll be nice to see a piece of shit like me get what I deserve." They looked at him and he shrugged. "Sam, you probably want to detach for this."

Sam closed her eyes and her face and body went slack. Janet knelt next to the prone man. "Ok, Jerry, this is gonna be a little intense. Are you ready?" He nodded, his face streaked with tears. Janet closed her eyes and furrowed her brow.

For a long moment nothing happened. The three sat in silence, Sam watching impassively as Jerry waited for something to happen. Suddenly, he let out an odd gurgle. His hands shot to his temples. "Ohh. I feel- Ugh." He started moaning slightly. Janet made no sign of effort as he started to rock slightly. "Oh no, this is... Janet, what is this? What are you-" His words came in fits and starts. "This is- why can- no, but- stop stop stop stop stop stop-" His voice rose to a crescendo as Janet grunted slightly. He finally gasped, sighed, and became slack again as Janet sat backwards.

"Jerry?" She asked. He looked back at her in confusion. "That's me." He said. He suddenly stood and offered a hand to Janet. She grabbed it and he helped her to her feet. "How do you feel, Jerry?"

He looked at his forearm with wonder, flexing the muscles. "I feel..." He glanced up at her. "Curious. I feel curious. I feel hopeful that this worked?" He looked at Sam. "I feel sorry for what I did to her." She stared blankly back. He walked over and knelt in front her in contrition. "Sam, will you please forgive me?"

She looked at him with half-lidded eyes. "Ok."

Jerry stood and went into the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water that he handed to Janet wordlessly. He spoke. "I think it's working. I'm doing everything Janet wants, but I'm not reacting to her emotions. I think I'm not reacting because she doesn't want me to." He adopted a lecherous grin and stared at Sam's chest. "I can even act like my old self if she wants me to." He stopped just as suddenly. "But she doesn't. She wants me to stay here and call her if there's any sign of Jake."

Janet sighed with relief. It looks like it mostly worked. That was one problem solved. "Sam, can you reattach to me?" After a moment, Sam's face lit up with relief. She hugged her sister. "Thank God it worked! This is great, now Jerry's not a problem anymore and we can do this!" She kicked Jerry squarely between the legs. He let out a loud wheeze and fell to the floor wordlessly, tears in his eyes.

Janet laughed. "I forget that you get my impulses but not my impulse control."