Back in Seattle, Peter knocks on the door of Olivia's hotel room. No, not like that; it's about as unromantic as possible, what with them each wearing the t-shirts of their respective alma maters. "Cute," she says, indicating his MIT shirt and her Northwestern shirt with a quick gesture. "Except in my case I actually graduated. I'm guessing you bought yours to impress the girls." Peter admits as much, which, he's either kidding, or we just learned an awful lot about Peter's skills at impressing girls. They sit down so Peter can tell her what he found in Leeder's sleep journal, which is a lot of nothing. More specifically, plenty of sleep every night for the last few months, and a sudden end to his weekly demon-themed nightmares at about the same time. She asks if his attack was some kind of extreme sleepwalking, and he corrects her that sleepwalkers generally don't get violent, or remember their experiences. "Where'd you learn that? MIT?" she mocks gently. Peter breezily says that he used to get nightmares almost every night as a kid, so he knows his shit. Olivia apologizes, and Peter says, "Actually, it was one of the rare occasions in my childhood that Walter was helpful." Apparently Walter taught Peter to condition himself with a nightly mantra before bed: "Please don't dream tonight." Nice. Catchy, yet desperate. "From the age of eight to almost nineteen, I don't remember a single dream. No more nightmares." Hmm, I'm sure the timeline is just a coincidence. Just then Olivia's phone goes off. "There's been another incident," she says. Time to put on real clothes.
Because then we're on some narrow, rain-soaked brick street, where the cops and EMTs are cleaning up after a car vs. motorcycle collision. The car seems to have hit the bike hard enough to not only kill its rider instantly but also get its own front end bashed in. As for the driver, she's just as dead as Leeder, and apparently in the same way. Olivia and Peter are talking to the dead woman's husband, who was on the phone with her at the time. "She said she saw a monster," the husband says. Despite the corpse's white hair, Peter and Olivia are not insensitive enough to comment on their age difference.
Agent Kashner's got two problems. One, he is an unwilling assistant in a brain autopsy, and two, Walter keeps calling him "Agent Casper." Astrid plays it cool as Walter lifts away a wedge-shaped section of Leeder's skull, and tells Astrid to call Peter before he's even finished extracting what he's found inside: a little rectangular computer chip with a long wire trailing from it. "Urg, I'm out," Kashner gags. And this isn't even the low point of the episode for him.