And over in Merrimack, Becky staggers out into the kitchen where her husband is dutifully doing the dishes. "Becky?" he says, concerned, when he sees how freaked out she looks. So she grabs a knife and brandishes it at him, telling him to stay back. "Who are you?" she yells. "It's me, Laird," says, well, "Laird," I suppose. We can hear baby Aaron crying. "Who am I?" says Becky, frightened.

After the opening credits, we join Peter and Fauxlivia, morning post-coitus, Peter delivering breakfast in bed, which Fauxlivia declares "better than room service," like anytime Fauxlivia wants room service to actually deliver the meal right into bed with her, I'm sure she's free to ask them. "It's just for being you and totally not your doppelganger from the other universe," says Peter, and he crawls into bed with her.

And then Peter gives her U2 tickets. Well, he doesn't give them to her so much as he acts like a cryptic weirdo so Olivia opens up the newspaper and they fall in her lap while she coos over them, and Peter figures they were "way overdue for a normal date," and maybe Peter can invent that time machine so he can take Olivia back at least 13 years to a time when U2 were at least interesting. And then she thanks him, and then Peter's cellphone rings, so he answers it to talk to Walternate while Fauxlivia looks conflicted. I'd tell her that the short answer is that she should at least wait until after the concert before she kills Peter.

Anyway, Walter's furious that Peter's been continuing to work on the doomsday project, and Peter is completely dismissive and outright LAUGHS at his dad, who finally says, "Well, fine. If you end up breaking the universe, this time it's on your head," which is something my dad always used to say to me too, and Walter angrily hangs up and starts mainlining Red Vines.

And then it's Fauxlivia's turn to have her cellphone ring. It's Broyles. "Guess that means we're doing the crossword in the car," says Peter, who I'm sure can look up answers on his cellphone just as easily in the car as he can in bed.

So they're over to New Hampshire, where Broyles fills them in: fifteen people up and down the eastern seaboard, all ham radio operators, all suffered from retrograde amnesia at the same time. Fauxlivia is ALREADY looking shifty. "Maybe their brains were erased by the magnetic winds from the solar storm," suggests Walter, but Peter shoots that down, since it happened four hours after sundown.