And then we reverse again! Vegas is bright! Shiny! Lights moving! Things rewinding! And now Gil is reverse-brooding! As Sara and Liam go reverse-walking through the Labitrail! And we zoom away from Las Vegas! Slime bubbles back into Paul's eye!

This time, it's still night. A hooker, who appears to have quit working immediately before lurching across the scene, wobbles over to a sidewalk bench and orders the slumped figure lying across it to "Move over, Chester. My dogs are barking." The figure, which is stretched beneath a blanket, doesn't move. The hooker sits down, chewing Chester out, and a homeless guy with a shopping cart rolls up to point out, "'S'not me. You should put your shoes back on." The hooker pulls back the blanket, and the gray face of a child appears. "Oh, sweet Lord," she says.

Cut to the usual three dozen law enforcement vehicles around the scene. Emergency Backup David's telling Nicky the kid doesn't look more than 12 or 13, and asks, "You think he's homeless?" Nicky doesn't think so: "Jeans are a little nice for a homeless kid. Check his veins and do a SART kit anyway." As Nicky asks for TOD, we pull back so we can see that the kid's outside a laundromat. It's been about eight hours. Nicky shakes his head: "This is a busy line. Lot of buses, a lot of traffic --" "And nobody noticed him?" Emergency Backup David asks. Nicky theorizes that the kid hasn't been there the whole time, but was dumped later.

Nicky notices that there's a set of parallel tracks in the grass next to the bench, and calls out to Chester, asking if he's been taking his shopping cart off-roading again. Chester's all, "Nah. The mud throws off the alignment." Nicky thanks him. It's a nice moment -- good for Nicky for remembering the name and being so polite.

He soon repairs to the lab and begins processing the body to a musical montage. Nicky lifts a lot of lint from the kid's jeans. He notices a lot of little burns on the kid's face, some weird black stuff melted into his hair, and a lunch card for the Butterfield Academy; the name on the card is "Chase R." Nicky pauses for a moment and drops his head. Poor tired baby.