I'm guessing the subzero temperatures and not the part where the beer gets cold. [Sam draws his hand back gingerly, fingers flexing in the air. Back when he had powers right after he left Stanford, he didn't know what was happening to him. The dream of Jess dying happened weeks before it did. He was in denial of it, in denial of what it meant. And in time, his powers eventually became a crutch—an excuse for Sam to keep at what he was doing.]

Did you have them before—[he glances around quickly. And then picks up where he left off, repeating the last word (like he often does):]—before all this?