And then September says -- groan -- "I believe you call it 'love,'" like he's some sort of robot from another universe instead of someone who can observe all of humanity across history at once and yet still somehow not be sure if "love" is this thing that humans share, for GOD'S sake.

And Olivia? asks Peter. "She is your, I believe you call her 'Olivia,'" says September. Okay he didn't really say it like that, but that's how I'm going to make him talk from now on.

Then the house starts to shake and September puts on his hat. Peter runs for cover and September disappears and there is a big crashing sound and when Peter gets downstairs, there's a big hole in the floor where the beacon used to be, but if he puts a big throw rug over it, I'm sure it will be fine. It doesn't even seem to bother him; he's got half a smile on his face.

There's Olivia, getting out of her car because either she's home or she forgot to plug it in. And there's Peter, waiting for her. She stops, and he starts to walk toward her, smiling and she starts hustling her skinny ass over and then they hug and spin around, and then they -- I believe it's called a "kiss."

And now we're left to wonder how the show's going to separate them this time.

Daniel is a writer in Newfoundland with a wife and a daughter. He thinks the final Fringe countdown has begun, and that makes him sad. Follow him on Twitter (@DanMacEachern) or email him at danieljdaniel[at]gmail.com.

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