Tell me about it Shawn thought to himself. Random flashbacks to random things were part of the curse of eidetics. At least, in his experience of it.
And woah there horsey horse. Where did the strange desire to actually confess come from? Yeah, sure it was going to be a lot harder faking the spirits without Gus to back him up, but... what else was he going to do? Besides, Jules was here now and he really didn't need some firey pants action right about now...
What? He was allowed an introspective moment every decade or so!