Simon says they're Fringe agents headed downtown and the loyalist asks to see their papers. Simon hands them over and then the loyalist asks Walter what his name is. Only he addresses Walter as "prisoner," which goes over about as well as you'd imagine. While Walter thunders on about how he's not a number but a free man -- which I'm told is a line from The Prisoner -- Simon and Etta pass him off as Etta's crazy grandfather and they're on their way to visit her grandmother's grave on the anniversary of her death.
"We just checked him out of the home for the day, but it was last minute, and we didn't have the proper paperwork," says Simon, apologetically. "These aren't the droids you're looking for," says Walter. Ha! There's a reference I do get! Etta apologizes as well and the loyalist stares at Walter, then at Simon and then hands back the paperwork. "Next time I won't be so nice," he says. Nice casting on this guy; he looks just like the type of guy who got picked on in school and so joins some sort of paramilitary organization just so he can order someone around. "Move along," says Walter. Double ha! The loyalist walks away (unfortunately not repeating "Move along, move along"), and the agents drag Walter away, but not before he can swipe something from the concession stand.
We're in the city, one of those near-future mildly dystopian affairs where advertising is not nearly as run amok as it is in our society today, but what is there is mostly Observer iconography -- pictures of them, slogans that have to do with defending safety and stuff. Commentary!
At the site of "Formerly Massive Dynamic," Simon's got a door's access code on a little Post-It, which is apparently all that's required to bust in. Walter's slightly giddy over the adventure they're having -- comparing it to The Guns of Navarone. As they stroll through the parking garage, Walter says he's got déjà vu: "I feel like I've been here before." Etta says he has and probably many times, but a long time ago. Walter sniffs that he hopes it was cleaner then, as "dust is revolting."
They're too busy making with the small talk to notice they've tripped some kind of electric eye, which alerts an agent back on Fringe who's working on a computer that looks as thought it survived a bomb blast. He alerts Broyles that there's been a break-in at the underground parking garage at Massive Dynamic. After determining that it wasn't a fault in the system, Broyles nods at the agent, which I guess is short form for "do what you gotta do" and then gets on the phone to Capt. Windmark.