And the next thing we know, the owner is showing Peter, Broyles and Walter into the back room, explaining that they promised him new legs. The team checks out the special typewriter, and Broyles is all, "Fuckin' magic typewriter, how does it work?" and the owner says he doesn't know. Walter looks at it and says, "It's a quantum entangled telegraph!" which could communicate between universes, and I totally think Walter is talking out of his ass right here, and Peter yanks out the ribbon to see if they can read anything, and sure enough: "WELL DONE. INITIATE.PHASE TWO/NEEDED.PENN STATION.NEWARK.NJ" is what we can see.
Back over to the alternate world now, where Col. Broyles is having a beer in a bar while a television shows a huge sinkhole in the East River. The screen lets us know that this is the 20th anniversary of the East River vortex, and that Roy Orbison song "You Got It" is playing, only it's slowed down and a different person is singing, a voice that seems to evoke John Lennon -- maybe he's alive in this universe. Broyles downs his beer and gets up to pay, but the bartender tells him his money's no good here: "Times are tough. It's nice to know we have heroes," he says, and Broyles ponders this and says "Thank you." Hey, moral qualms aside, free beer, right?
Hopefully there isn't too much beer on his breath as he goes to visit Olivia in her cell on Liberty Island. The guard takes her tray of untouched food away as Broyles comes in, and when they're alone, he says, "Thank you for not giving me up. You easily could have." As if this room isn't bugged. She smiles and asks after his son, and he says, "He's sleeping through the night again. We owe that to you. I want you to know that I realize that. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" he says. Uh, other than helping her escape? Not really, chief. And she's not going to let him off the hook, either: she smirks and tells him that's not why he's here: "You're here to make yourself more comfortable." She's got a dotted line drawn under one eye and another on her forehead. Broyles, unable to look her in the eye, admits "maybe."