You know, there are people behind you waiting to get gas, guys.
They come up for air, and Olivia says she just has to go pee, and she gets out of the car, and this is all very ominous, like HAVE NEITHER OF YOU SEEN THE VANISHING?
Now we're over at what is either one of those clubs that Stefon is always talking about on Weekend Update, or it's Cortexiphan storage at Massive Dynamic. There's a huge safe door, behind which is a barred door, and then Nina has to enter a code and her hand print for the biometric scanner, after which one of several lit circles dotting the walls pops open, sending a row of red energy drinks out of the wall. "There. Twenty vials present and accounted for," she says triumphantly. Walter's disappointed, but while Nina babbles on to Lincoln about wanting to see Olivia, he opens one of the vials and tastes it. "This is not Cortexiphan," he says. "What are you talking about?" she says. "It's potassium iodide with food coloring. Red No. 4. The Cortexiphan has been replaced." He's glaring at Nina again, and Lincoln Lee is looking at her suspiciously.
Meanwhile, Peter has made his way into the gas station and heads to the back -- past rows of potato chips, including Miss Vickie's lime and black pepper, which I love and haven't seen in local stores in AGES, to the bathroom. Which is empty. He goes back to the cash register and asks the barely sentient clerk about the tall, blonde "girl" who came in a couple of minutes ago, but the clerk says he didn't see her.
Peter furrows his brow and heads outside. Note the poster for Slusho! (Bet you can't drink just six!) in the window. He looks around perplexed. Where's Olivia?
She's coming to, groggily, in some sort of dank basement, tied to a chair. Someone's calling her name, barely penetrating her consciousness. As she recovers, she realizes it's Nina, who's tied to a chair opposite her. "We're gonna be OK," says Nina. Then she says it again. It'd probably be a little more reassuring if they weren't, you know, tied to chairs in some dank basement somewhere. Olivia hangs her head, and Nina doesn't actually look too optimistic either.
And we're out! So -- the Olivia-migraine-inducing is an evil shapeshifter, right? And this is Peter's Olivia who ... was somehow kidnapped from the gas station without anyone seeing anything, right? Thank god this isn't the "midwinter-finale" or some bullshit where we don't get another episode for three months.
Daniel is a writer in Newfoundland with a wife and a daughter. Seriously, send him some lime and black pepper chips, he'll love you forever. Follow him on Twitter (@DanMacEachern) or email him at danieljdaniel[at]gmail.com.