"I failed the test, didn't I?" she asks, and wants to know what the Greek phrase meant. "It meant exactly what I said it meant. But it was Olivia who said it to me, not some friend," he says. She wants to know if it was the phone call that gave her away, and he wants to know how she replaced "our Olivia," but he's at least realized that she was with them when they came back from the other side. She says she can't give him the answers that he wants, and then he classily points out she's given him more than answers in bed. She falters slightly and then tells him that it's not realistic to think that she wouldn't do what she came here to do. She grabs a small case that was hidden in a clock on the mantle and tosses it to him.

He opens it; inside is a syringe and a little vial of something. He asks if it's going to kill him. "Not if you do it right. Five cc's should be enough," says Fauxlivia. Peter sits down in a chair and keeps grilling her with questions, like what the assignment was, and if she faked every orgasm. OK, he didn't ask that last one, but I bet he's wondering. She doesn't answer, and he says he wouldn't respond either: "'Cause if you're telling the truth and this doesn't kill me, the last thing you want me to have is information."

She asks if he's going to come after her and kill her. He says he's going to get answers. "And if I find out that you did anything to Olivia, then I'm going to kill you." Big man! He injects himself, and then his vision starts to go all fuzzy. Fauxlivia comes over to make sure the drug is working, and then she tells him that the effects of the paralysis will wear off in a few hours, and then she leaves instead of using the opportunity to use a Sharpie to draw penises all over his face. The least she could have done was put the television on a late-night Robot Chicken marathon or something.

And now over to Typeset Antiques, voted the No. 2 antique typewriter store/parallel-universe-agent communications hub in greater Boston by Globe readers in a recent poll. The owner limps up to the door and fumbles with the key to unlock it and is startled to see Fauxlivia behind him all of a sudden.

Inside, he takes the key to the extra-special back room out of the cash register and gives it to Fauxlivia. She goes in the back and types "COVER BLOWN. EXTRACTION NEEDED. LOL." And then looks directly into the camera via the mirror.