Peter makes one desperate plea to Walter to help him find his way back to his own timeline, but Walter won't -- mainly because the last time he tried to help another Peter, he wound up colliding a couple of universes and possibly dooming everyone to death. You know, the usual. So Peter decides to cross over to the other side to ask Walternate for help. He discusses it with Olivia and Lincoln Lee, who see an opportunity to do some recon on the other side and find out what's up with Walternate sending these illin' shapeshifters over to Earth-prime. Peter's not so keen on that, because he doesn't want their spy mission to affect whether Walternate tries to help him. Olivia agrees with Peter, but she had her fingers crossed behind her back, so it didn't count.
On the other side -- well, things could have gone better. Peter and Lee wind up captured when Fauxlivia and Alternalee suss out what's going on, but the Earth-2 Fringe Division agents are starting to have their own suspicions about Walternate's possible involvement with some shapeshifter excursions. With Lee distracting Fauxlivia and Alternalee, Peter makes his way to his parents' house and enlists his not-really Mom to protect him when the army comes in. He gets taken to Walternate's office, where the Secretary of Defense turns out to NOT have been behind the shapeshifters being sent over to Earth-1. Brandonate is involved, however; in fact, he's a shapeshifter himself (one that's dispatched by Walternate, who'd had some suspicions for a little while). Walternate figures he can trust Peter, since Peter has no allegiance to either universe.
Meanwhile, Fauxlivia and Alternalee -- Fauxlivia especially is suspicious of what's going on -- are checking out Lee's story about shapeshifters being sent over to the other universe, and a traced call leads them to an address in an industrial park that they go to check out. They try to be casual about it with Col. Broyles, but nothing's as it seems with Col. Broyles either, as he calls ahead to warn one Mr. Jones (!) that the agents are on their way.
Back in our universe, Olivia waits at the Orpheum theatre, where Peter and Lee crossed over. She's visited by the Observer, who has something to tell her, and given that he's got a gunshot wound to the chest, he only has so long to tell it to her: "I've looked at all possible futures, and in every one, the result is the same: you have to die," he says. Then he disappears. Welcome back, Fringe!
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It's the golden sunny glow of a lazy morning as a sleepy Peter makes his way to the kitchen, where he -- and we -- are surprised to see Walter, busily cooking. Walter's not wearing a shirt underneath the green apron he has on, and I'm willing to bet that just about everyone watching quickly glanced downward to make sure he has on pants. (He does.) Anyway, Walter says something about the waffle iron being in the shop or some such (stupid waffle iron's always in the shop) so he's making chocolate chip and banana pancakes instead. Peter's so thrilled that Walter's talking to him again that the indignity of having pancakes instead of waffles doesn't appear to bother him. So it's obvious early on that this is a dream, and that's made even more clear when Olivia breezes in smiling and kisses Peter good morning. Peter, despite presumably not remembering sleeping with Olivia last night, is still unaware that he's dreaming. Olivia even wanders into the kitchen to give Walter a kiss on the cheek.
Walter comes into the dining room, holding the waffle iron and promising to fix the "infernal machine" so that Peter can have waffles every day. The distress in his voice is rather out of proportion to the agitation that a broken waffle iron should cause, and then he drops the infernal machine in question. It hits the floor, and Peter wakes up. "Walter," he whispers. Right, but all kidding aside, your waffle iron is fine, right? Right?
Waffles are delicious.
Over in Walter's Harvard lab, he's blowing air at a couple of pinwheels when he hears the door open and close. He assumes it's Astrid, forgetting the law of television that states that if you don't look to see who has come in, then it is never the person you assume it is. He excitedly tells "Astrid" about how the metallic pinwheel is spinning against the flow of air, completely violating the laws of physics. I have no idea if that's a true thing or not, but I'm sure there are some other scientific principles that would have to be broken for Astrid to suddenly have a white man's hand, as the person who drops the box of pastries in front of Walter does. But he still thinks the visitor is Astrid, and is startled when he finally turns and sees Peter standing there, holding some blueprints under his arm.
Peter puts his hand out like you would if you were trying to approach a skittish animal, and he tells Walter that it stands to reason that since the machine was what popped him out of his timeline then it must be the way for him to get back to his own timeline, and Walter's the only one who can do it. Walter, though, wants none of it, and calls the machine "staggeringly dangerous" and capable of destroying universes. "Maybe I am too," says Peter, which ought to reassure Walter. Anyway, Peter, having dreamt of chocolate chip banana pancakes made by his dad and kisses from his foxy girlfriend, is getting increasingly anxious to get home. "I have been separated from my family, and you of all people should understand how desperate I am to get back."