Over in Yonkers, a family is having supper, with a kid being fussy about his asparagus, and while his mom strikes out with the seven-year-old by suggesting he pretend "the train's going into the station," his father has better luck by pointing out that the asparagus will make his pee smell funny. As the whole family has a good laugh at all the urine talk going on at the dinner table, Dad gets up to answer a knock at the door.
His smile fades instantly when he sees who it is: Newton, who has an "assignment" for him. He hands over a file and says the body's in the lab on the twenty-third floor. The dad's all, "You expect me to break into Massive Dynamic?" and Newton tells him to just shift into a body with clearance. "It shouldn't be a problem. Is it?" The family-man shapeshifter, Ray, says he's just surprised, because he hasn't seen Newton in five years. Yeah, well, that's the way it works, points out Newton, who adds, "After this mission, you'll take a new identity. And Ray? No traces left behind. Nothing that can expose us. Understood?" Ray looks full-on pissed now, and says he'll contact Newton when it's done.
Over at Massive Dynamic, Broyles, Fauxlivia and Peter get through the security checkpoint while Broyles explains that FBI agents are stationed throughout the building, and NYPD security detail has set up a perimeter. "So what makes you think that Newton would try to recover the shapeshifter?" Um, the fact that he's tried ONCE ALREADY? Broyles just says, "I'd rather be wrong than sorry."
And then there's an excited Walter, getting off the elevator, but before he can share his good news, Peter tells Broyles that Newton has been collecting intel on Fringe for the last two years, which gives them an idea of when he was shifted. Fauxlivia asks if Broyles found anything out in D.C., and Broyles says they ran blood tests on every person who works on the Hill, which is in itself a rather amazing feat, and he says everyone checks out. Peter asks about the FBI and the Department of Defence, and Broyles says they're testing everyone with a Level 4 classification or higher, and Peter starts arguing that they've got to go wider because Van Horn can't be the only mole, and Walter can no longer contain himself and he bursts out, "Maybe we should just ask him!"
And upstairs in the lab, Fauxlivia is still working the downer angle: "Is it even possible that there's recoverable data left in Van Horn?" and Astrid says that Walter thinks so, and she explains that they didn't have very much luck locating it with everyday objects. "But then we tried something more personal," she says. Hump magazine, right? You used Hump, didn't you.