Olivia stares at the lights. Nothing happens, not even when she gets a little crinkle on her forehead. Behind her, Peter strolls back. Oh, good, a change of heart. Olivia's too busy staring at the lights. And staring. And staring. Finally, one winks out. Then another. Two at a time, three. Olivia doesn't even react, just continues to stare. It takes a few moments, but they all shut off. There's two seconds left on the timer. She covers her face with her hands. "You did it!" says Peter. Oh sure, now you're all proud of her! A minute ago you told her she was going to die! He asks her what she did. "I don't know," she says.

Back at the Fringe lab, Astrid, who has nothing better to do than babysit a dying psycho, answers the phone. "Yes sir. We will," she says. Jones is being wheeled out the door by paramedics, but he stops them to ask Astrid, "She did it, didn't she?" Astrid says she did. "My girl," gasps Jones.

Back at the building, Peter and Olivia are lounging on stacks of drywall. "I didn't do anything," says Olivia. She thinks it's a mind game on Jones' part, that he rigged the lights just like Peter did. Peter's completely convinced, though: "He couldn't have known when you were going to arrive. He couldn't have known the timing on that," says Peter. You're right, Peter. It makes much more sense that she turned off light bulbs with her MIND POWERS. Then he says she was "in the zone" out there tonight, like she didn't hit a couple of three-pointers, Peter, she TURNED OFF LIGHT BULBS WITH HER MIND POWERS. "The way you stared down that light box, was like nothing I'd ever seen," he says, and I have NO IDEA what that even MEANS. I mean, she stared at a box. But I'm impressed he can quantify how awesomely other people he's seen stare at things before.

Olivia suggests the whole thing was faked so he could meet Walter. "He wanted to meet the man who designed the device that got him out of prison," says Olivia. Peter seems skeptical of that. He's just thrilled that he didn't die tonight, so he invites Olivia out for a drink "or five," like any excuse for a party for Peter. Olivia considers the prospect of a liquored up horndog Peter sloppily hitting on her all night, and says she's going over to Boston General to talk to Jones. "It's my last chance," she says. She knows it won't be her last chance to let Peter get her drunk.