Hilariously, Topher adds, "Munchies," and the look Adelle gives him in response is two parts "Shut UP, already" and one part "So who's your dealer?" Ambrose ignores Topher in favor of going on that Phase Two, at least apparently, causes complete loss of impulse control, but Topher can keep his inner science geek relatively quiet no longer and argues that body chemistry probably has a lot to do with it -- different people will have widely-varying reactions to the same drug. That, uh, seems plausible. He goes on babbling ("That's what's so exciting! About drugs!") until he notices that one of Adelle's eyeballs looks like it's going to pop right out of its socket, and he backpedals: "Not that I'd know. We do bi-weekly drug tests. Just pure, scientific observation." Heh. How annoying Topher would be if he (and Fran Kranz) weren't hilarious. Adelle asks Ambrose how the drug found its way into the population, and Ambrose admits he doesn't know, but announces that one vial "is enough to take out the entire student body." Topher speculates that there's no antidote available, and Ambrose confirms that: "Right now the best we can do is sedation." Talking in soothing tones can help, too. He adds that he's hoping Topher can come up with an antidote, which I'm guessing is enough for Topher to need an anti-nausea drug again, and says while he's doing that, a team of Actives will secure the campus and try to locate the missing vial. Topher has a moment of scientific epiphany as he realizes the Dolls should be immune to the effects of the drug, clarifying that because they don't have repressed memories, there's nothing for the drug to unlock. At this point Topher and Adelle both should know that that's really not the case, but I can understand why they wouldn't want to blab that news to Mr. Big Boss here. Ambrose asks Topher if he thinks he can help, and with a solicitous smile, he replies, "Well, I can't hurt!" At the "..." reaction, however, he amends his answer to a sheepish "Probably," which once again cracks me up. Ambrose hands the vial to Topher, who breathes deeply so as not to make Ambrose the Jon Favreau to his Paul Rudd, and Adelle starts to lead him out as she tells him to first get the Actives into the field and to say the word if he needs any extra help. Topher's barely hearing her as he looks at the vial with a "I'll never wash this hand again" look on his face, but snaps out of his reverie when Adelle somewhat clumsily asks if Echo's on a mission, which he confirms: "Old client, new fantasy." Great. Adelle tells him that Echo can sit this one out, which just goes to show how very well she knows that the tabula rasa is utter bullshit at this point.