So the next question is what Jones wants, but Jones dismisses them because they don't have the authority to give it to him. He holds out his hands. "Take me to your leader," he says. Fauxlivia cocks her head at him like she's an inquisitive cocker spaniel.
After the opening credits, we're back in our universe, and Olivia shows up at the Harvard lab, where Walter, thinking she's Astrid, asks if the cheese is done soaking, and then he sees it's her and looks really surprised. Pleasantly surprised, though.
Then he collects himself and offers her some "spherical pastrami," which Olivia wisely declines. Astrid strolls in, telling Olivia that Walter has discovered molecular gastronomy, which means that this poor woman gets paid to be with Walter round-the-clock while he conducts disgusting food experiments that involve liquefying meat and putting it in an "alginate bath," which is something that I don't even want to know what it is. And we learn that he also unsuccessful tried to make parmesan ice cream, and I think that successfully making parmesan ice cream would be stomach-churning enough.
Astrid surprisingly doesn't appear to look like she needs to be put on suicide watch despite what her life has become. Fortunately for her, Olivia's got some real work that needs doing; she has a blood sample -- from the Observer, I think it's safe to assume -- that she wants Astrid to check against national and international databases for a name, genetic marker, anything out of the ordinary. Astrid, though, says Olivia seems troubled and wants to know what's wrong, so Olivia fills her in on Operation Peter Go Home Now and Operation Lincoln Lee Find Out About Shenanigans. Astrid asks what that has to do with the blood samples, and Olivia says probably nothing. And then Astrid figures out that Broyles doesn't know anything about it, which Olivia admits to. "Peter and Lincoln should have been back by now, so I'm gonna have to go and tell him what's been going," she says, and Astrid wishes her luck, chuckling as she decides that making bowel-clenching foodstuffs with Walter doesn't seem so bad now.
Over in the other universe, Fauxlivia and Lincoln Bee lead the convoy into the Fringe Division HQ parking garage, where they tell Col. Broyles that Jones is certifiable, but they didn't find a Show-Me, and running his biometrics through the databases has turned up nothing as well. They even went so far as to run a check with Scotland Yard, based on his accent, but they've come up with diddly-squat. As for the location, it was cleaned out before they got there. "He knew we were coming," says Fauxlivia. Col. Broyles orders them to take Jones to an interrogation room. "And this time use an actual room. Not the maintenance closet," says Col. Broyles, and Fauxlivia and Lincoln Bee cover their surprise admirably, and go to do just what he said.