Whatever the case, I'm glad to see that now that we know there's an interdimensional antichrist on the loose, the Fringe team is unflagging in their search for him. Oh, wait.
The floaty letters over an aerial shot of virtually the whole city, from Queen Anne to Georgetown, read "SEATTLE, WASHINGTON!" That is, if you imagine that the Space Needle is an exclamation point, which isn't hard to do given how the letters are positioned. Those letters do get playful, don't they? A yellow cab drops the Fringe Three off outside a hospital, and Walter looks around nervously as though expecting to be attacked at any moment. Or worse, as we'll soon discover. Olivia tips the cabbie as he unloads their bags from the trunk, then asks for his business card in case they need another ride while they're in town. I'm sure it's a coincidence that Sam Weiss mentioned the color red, and the cabbie is wearing a bright red sweater.
Olivia and the Bishops are led down the hospital hallway by a local cop named Detective Green. I can kind of see the source of Walter's distress: he's laden down with two heavy suitcases and a backpack, while his travel companions are empty-handed. Apparently he's not only a brilliant scientist, but a gifted porter as well. They learn from Det. Green that Leeder has just now been woken up. "He's been asleep for sixteen hours?" Peter asks, either surprised or jealous. "Like he was drugged," the agent confirms. By now they have reached the end of the hallway, and a window to Leeder's room. He's strapped down to his bed, of course, hooked up to all manner of monitors. Walter nervously tells Peter he doesn't want to enter the room. Peter agrees, his light tone belying the concerned look in his eyes. Or maybe he just thinks this is another opportunity to do a tough-guy squint.
Inside the room, Olivia asks Leeder what happened. He claims that all he remembers is coming back from lunch and then finding himself being held down. Olivia asks if there was anything else abnormal. Well, what else does she want? After the obligatory "You're gonna think I'm crazy"-slash-"Try me" exchange, he confesses, "It was like the office was infiltrated by these creatures. And [the boss], he was their leader. He had horns, like some demon." He's still admitting that it sounds crazy, like a dream, when he stops talking and starts convulsing. The monitors beep faster and faster, as Olivia says his name and Peter calls Walter into the room. He and Green rush to the bedside, and somehow Leeder's wife has picked this moment to appear in the doorway, freaking out as Leeder freezes and his hair goes white before our eyes. It's actually a pretty cool effect. She forces her way into the room, horrified that by the time she gets here, her husband is not only dead, but suddenly wearing a really terrible white wig. Now there's just no excuse for that; we've already seen what the digital hair-whitener can do. Making him look like Peter Lynch after the fact just cheapens the whole thing.