"Meoow. Someone's cranky," Shawn comments and shrugs.

"I guess I have to dig deeper..." He closes his eyes and runs his thumb over the detective's palm. "I can see something... I see... I see lines. A lot of lines. Why do I get lines? It's not your life line, I hope, because those lines are bad, they... hurt. The... killed someone. Oh my God, those are vicious lines! They... "

With a sudden yelp Shawn's body jolts into a series of spasms, still clinging to Lassiter's hand until his forehead hits the desk with a low thud. "I always hated that part of Jurassic Park. When they climb down that damned thing."

Sitting up again Shawn rubs his temple with his free hand. "An electrical fence. You don't think it was an accident."