She finds a place to sit down, and Olivia watches while Peter lifts her hair up on the side. "It's here," he tells Olivia. "Fresh scar, but there are no sutures. Looks more like the burn from a surgical laser." Can a surgical laser knit the skull back together as well? Because if not, this patient should probably get used to sleeping on extra-soft pillows. She's naturally a little freaked about Peter's discovery, but Olivia blows past that and asks her if she's had any visits from Dr. Paris while in the nuthouse. She says he only saw her for mild post-partum depression and referred her here, and hasn't seen him since. "The arithmomania just started one day." Sound like someone had her number.
In a dank basement laboratory, Newton asks Curtis for an update. Curtis says, "It should work, but we took too long getting to Slater. The first specimen's dying. The nutrient bath won't keep it alive for more than another five hours. Six if we're lucky." Speaking of shelf-life, what's Curtis still doing in this body? We know from his conversation with Gnarlie that they can't squat in one person too long or they get... well, Gnarlie. But I guess that's not as important as letting us know it's still the same guy, plus I can't really complain about Roger Cross getting work. Newton says they should get going, and Curtis wires up the specimen containers to something Fringey before following him out.
In the car, Peter reads from a file on the third patient, who was also referred by Dr. Paris. Peter says he had "the psychiatric equivalent of a cough, which developed into full-blown schizophrenia. Two days ago he miraculously recovers." His deal was that he thought he was actor Sydney Greenstreet, and constantly quoted from Casablanca. "That's funny," Peter says curiously, giving Olivia a start. "He looks a lot more like Peter Lorre," he deadpans, holding up a photo. Olivia looks annoyed at him for wasting her time. "That's a joke," Peter says. No, the rear projection of the scenery that's supposedly passing in the window behind Peter is a joke. She's not in the mood, saying she's always known what drives people. "How can I fight what I can't understand?" Peter tells her he knows she feels alone. "But this isn't just your fight," he assures her. Yes, it's important to share our things, children.