Back over to the other side where Fauxlivia's arriving for work, accosted by Lincoln Lee to show off his now-scar-free and pain-free face: "It's like nothing ever happened." "Just like nothing ever happened," agrees Fauxlivia. Dialogue that works on so many levels! Two, I suppose!
Bad-Astrid comes over, sounding very worried as she asks if either of them have seen Col. Broyles, because he's late to work this morning. "Have you tried calling him?" asks Lee, and I swear I don't know why Bad-Astrid didn't take his head off for asking such an insulting question, but she sorta-calmly says that she tried calling him at home as well, but his wife said he didn't come home last night, which is very unlike him. Concern clouds Lee's face, and Fauxlivia stares up into Col. Broyles' empty office, looking like she doesn't know what happened but thinks something -- something not very good -- did.
Over here, Broyles studies his own doppelganger's body. Maybe contemplating using it to fake his own death over here? Then he closes the body's eyes, which you'd think would have been done by now.
Elsewhere, the owner of Typeset Antiques -- was he really not arrested or anything? -- is in some dark room lined with books and filing cabinets, with a man in a sweater vest readying a massive syringe. The shopkeep nervously rambles on about how he's never been a fan of needles, or doctors, or hospitals, because when you're sick as a kid, you come to hate them all.
The librarian/doctor ignores this and injects the shopkeep, in his arm. Then he withdraws the needle, and nods: "Go ahead. Try 'em out." The shopkeep seems surprised that that was all it took, but he lurches to his feet with the help of one of his crutches, which he then casts away before taking a few halting steps. "Thank you," he says to the librarian/doctor, who is all, "Thank you," because he has the box with the doomsday-machine component that Fauxlivia handed over to him earlier.
And over in Boston General, a groggy Olivia wakes up, and is somehow not startled to see Peter all stubbly staring at her. She says his name, and he takes her hand and says he's sorry. She shakes her head and tells him not to apologize: "You were the only thing that got me through. If it wasn't for you, I would never have made it back. You saved my life." He leans in and kisses her on the forehead as she closes her eyes, and then he hovers over her face. We're going to leave them there, where I assume he delicately broaches the subject of just how advanced things got with Fauxlivia and how he doesn't think it's necessarily fair that he should have to start back at first base.
Daniel is a writer in Newfoundland with a wife and a daughter who are tired of him describing what he thinks their alternate-universe versions are like. Follow him on Twitter (@DanMacEachern) or email him at danieljdaniel[at]gmail.com.