"Well, that explains why she's here. Walternate couldn't find all the pieces to the machine on the other side. So he must have sent her over to retrieve it," says Peter, adding that Fauxlivia may now be going home, which is concerning for two reasons: Now Walternate may be able to complete his device, and two, if they lose Fauxlivia, they lose their chance to get Olivia back. And three, Fauxlivia's alternate-universe sexiness, but no one brings that up.

Broyles asks Walter if he's got any idea on how Fauxlivia would cross back, and Walter's blank on that too, and he's stuffing his face with one of the pastries that she brought him: "It's all because of that temptress! She tricked my son with her carnal manipulations and he fell right into her vagenda!" Yes, in case you're not sure you heard right, Walter just said "vagenda." Astrid can't believe her ears either. And I'm told Hidden Vagenda is the name of a Kimya Dawson album. I didn't think I could find her any more annoying, but I guess I was wrong. And I highly doubt Walter's a fan. Anyway, Walter blames himself, too: "She used my stomach to get through to my heart." It's Astrid who notices that the bakery address is in the Bronx, even though Fauxlivia always supposedly brought these back when she went to the Federal building. "Why would she go there?" Peter figures she knows someone there, and so the team is off.

Back at Typset Antiques, the magic typewriter is rattling off a message, which Fauxlivia picks up and reads. We don't get to see what it says, but Fauxlivia gives a half-smile, and back out in the main shop, she tells the shopkeep that if he wants his new legs, there's one more thing she needs him to do. She puts a metal box on the counter.

The team arrives at the bakery and they decide to split up to search the neighbourhood to see if anyone's seen Fauxlivia. Walter volunteers to start with the pastry shop, so that's him done for the rest of the afternoon.

It's Peter who winds up in Typset Antiques, showing a picture to the store owner who a little too casually says he's never seen Fauxlivia. Peter's suspicious, and the store owner isn't exactly convincing, so Peter starts having a look around. "Typewriters, huh? Seems like kind of a high-rent area to be selling something so retro," he says, and the owner says that people come from all over the city (yeah, the shop is absolutely teeming) because he specializes in hard-to-find stuff. Then Peter spots something on a table: "Yeah, I can see that. I can also see my computer right here," he says, holding it up.