Peter, though, figures Olivia would do what Bell has done -- find a safe haven to hide out. "There is a whole world out there without rhyme or reason. Where would you like to start?" says Bell, but I think he's just looking for an excuse to stay in his office and keep drinking.

Back in the office, Broyles sits staring, open-mouthed, into space, and he's startled by Astrid's approach. She gently tells him that she brought him some food. He stares at it, and she tells him, like you'd tell a sick five-year-old, that if he wants she can take it away, and reminds him that what he's going through is only temporary. "No, it's the infinite. It's all around us," he says, and Astrid indulges him by looking around.

And then the weirdest thing happens: Broyles shows his teeth. I'm not sure what he's -- oh my god! Oh my god! Broyles is smiling? And now he's laughing! He says he didn't see it before, but now he knows it followed up: "Death. I saw death. All of it. And it was me," he says. Astrid looks downcast. It's kind of a bummer to watch your boss tripping his balls off, I guess. Then he asks her to please hold his hand, which she does. She pats him on the shoulder, and he gapes at her.

Meanwhile, the Bishops and Bell have made their way to the roof of the tower, where there's a red zeppelin moored. They look out at the city, which is actually a hodgepodge of landmarks and landscape... we can see the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

Peter says they should look in Jacksonville, which Walter incredulously says is the last place Olivia would go, but that's his point: Olivia knows that's the last place anyone would look for her.

The distant sound of screeching tires gets them looking down over the side of the building, where they can see several cars parked haphazardly on the street facing the lobby, with dozens of ant-like (from this height) people streaming into the building. "I assume that's about us," says Walter defeatedly, which was kind of funny, but they don't have too much time to contemplate that before the door opens behind them and half a dozen... zombie Brandonates? OK, why the hell not? In for a penny, in for a pound. Anyway, the zombie Brandons stagger out, blood spattered on their lab coats and around their mouths, so the men sprint for the rope ladder hanging down to the roof from the zeppelin. Well, "sprint" is the wrong word, because the animation leaves a little something to be desired and has them kind of waddling.