Isobel: You know, Michael, I've been thinking. Maybe as his son, you have an ability that could help even the odds.
Michael: What are you getting at, Iz?
Isobel: Maybe you jump into the Sheriff's head and get her to free them all.
Michael: Besides registering a ten on the creepy scale? No. I can't do that. I got his brown eyes, but body-snatching, it's recessive.
