Back over into our universe now, where Broyles and the fabulous Bishop boys are racing over to Penn station, with Broyles giving some instructions via his Bluetooth to an agent about how Fauxlivia will be armed and dangerous but needs to be taken alive.

Then he asks Walter if he has any thoughts, and Walter appears to take him literally and says, "Several. Not many of them pleasant, however," so Broyles has to specify that he's asking if Walter has any idea why she's going to Penn Station. "Do you think she's trying to cross to the other side? Is there a soft spot there?" "No. Not as far as I know," says Walter, and both the Bishop boys look absolutely despondent, and here's hoping this operation will require some industrial-grade sulking, because they'll succeed easily. Broyles tells the zombiefied Peter that they'll get Fauxlivia and bring Olivia home -- which will technically turn out to not be true, either promise -- and Peter monotones, "Glad you're feeling so confident," and Broyles says she was strong enough to get them a message, so if there were anyone he would bet on to survive over there, it would be her. Which is exactly the same thing Col. Broyles said about Fauxlivia, if I'm not mistaken.

Meanwhile, in the other universe in alt-Brandon's lab, Olivia's being prepped for surgery. The operating table has a clear mould that Olivia's encased in, with space to operate on her face and her back. Unsettlingly, she's awake. Brandon and his assistant spin her around so she's facing the floor, and the assistant wants to know if they should give her more sedative. "No, if her heart rate lowers any more, we won't be able to preserve her organs," says Brandon, telling the assistant to go prepare the coolers in the "receiving room," because why would the organ coolers be in the same room? He leaves, and Brandon fires up the ol' bone saw, and he's a fraction of a second from cutting into Olivia's alabaster back when someone enters the room and drops him with a shot from some kind of dart gun.