He'd heard the start of it on the police scanner. News of women attacked and murdered is more than enough to get Jim's blood up, but it's not until he heard the names of the injured that he hit real fury.

He's mostly collected now, even if his knuckles (and bedroom wall) have seen better days, showered and calm and quiet when he appears in Molly's hospital room door. Jesus, she looks like hell.

"It's Jim," he says. "You up for a visitor?"