Anyway, there's no sign of Bell, which doesn't concern Peter, because A) they're there for Olivia anyway, and B) we already know he kinda wants Bell to die. Walter elects to just start wandering the streets to look for Olivia, and Peter points out that it looks like everyone raided Olivia's closet. "More likely, she equipped them according to her preferences," says Bell. I commend Olivia's subconscious United Nations. I'm afraid any visitors to my mind would find a city populated by a million Marisa Tomeis. Walter says something about Cortexiphan subjects experiencing a strong desire to blend in, to stay in the background: "They were designed that way." Yeah, it wouldn't have anything to do with not wanting to be experimented on, hey?

Anyway, Peter's about to ask for a little clarification on "designed that way" when Walter notices a series of bright flashes coming from near the top of one of the Twin Towers, which are standing in Olivia's subconscious. "I believe it's Morse code!" he says, and then goes rooting around in a garbage can. Peter assumes Walter's going to eat the chocolate pudding he finds, like how much of a jackass can Peter possibly be, but Walter just wants the foil lid so he can signal back. "It's Olivia! She found us!" says Walter, delighted, after a short conversation via Morse code. Jesus, it's your subconscious, Olivia, pick up a cellphone or use mental telepathy. Peter tells his dad to tell her to stay there, and they're on their way. You could probably at least suggest she meet you in the lobby.

Back in the real world, Astrid and Broyles don't see much outward change in the sleeping trio. "Do you really think it's possible to upload a person's consciousness to a computer?" he asks Astrid. Instead of saying "no" like a sane person would, Astrid says she's just following Bell's instructions. Also, who is she to say that The Lawnmower Man couldn't happen in real life? And then Broyles starts to fixate on a piece of Walter's red licorice. "I never understood why Walter was so drawn to licorice. But look at it. The swirl... it's Bernini's spiral altar at St. Peter's. It... doesn't end," he says. Awww yeah, Broyles likes to party.

Astrid goes from confused to comprehending, and asks if Broyles cleaned up the lab equipment behind them, and Broyles, who certainly strikes me as a "If you have time to lean, you have time to clean" kinda guy, confirms he did touch the tray with the sugar cubes. "Sure. Why?" he asks, not taking his eyes off the licorice, and Astrid says, "Have you ever taken LSD?" THAT finally gets Broyles' attention.