She takes them to meet Jared, head and neck immobilized, and he explains he wasn't supposed to be in town but in Dallas, selling his company to his "scumbag partner, who for six years has made [his] life a living hell." He was looking forward to a new beginning, but there was a water bottle in his carry-on, and by the time the "damn TSA" was done with him, he'd missed his flight. Damn, is that really how it is in the States? The last time I accidentally had liquid in a carryon bag, the agent just threw it out and I was on my way.

Olivia asks if there's anything else he can remember about the guy. "He had this weird rod. It was blue, and he'd look into it like he was some kind of fortune teller. He said I was gonna have a car accident, and I was gonna end up like this." Peter's all, so this guy predicted what was going to happen? Jared said this isn't exactly what happened, but exactly doesn't really matter. Olivia shows him pictures of the other two victims, but he doesn't recognize them. Then he starts moaning about how the guy said he wanted to put him out of his misery, like he was doing a good deed, like he's some kind of saint. Jared says he wishes the guy had killed him, and it sort of gets to the point where you're wishing this guy's mouth had been paralyzed too.

Astrid and the Farnsworthbot are working to try to connect the victims, but they're coming up with nothing, and at the same time they say, "Period. Goose egg. Zilch." They both find this delightful, but to be honest I found it kind of strange, given that it's exactly what the Observers do to demonstrate the way the exist across all times.

Anyway, Astrid offers the Farnsworthbot some coffee, and she's surprised, explaining how rare and expensive coffee is where she comes from. Then, flashing a broader smile than we've ever seen from the Farnsworthbot definitely and maybe even from Astrid, Farnsworthbot says she would like coffee. Astrid calls her "sweetie" but then turns around and makes a face about how weird her doppelgänger is.

Nearby, Fauxlivia is helping herself to Walter's licorice jar, and he gives her grief for it and won't share even after she asks permission. He grumbles about her breaking his concentration, and she sarcastically asks if he was solving world hunger or "perfecting the perfect" peanut butter shake, and it seems to me that the latter goal could probably take care of the former one. Walter snaps that he was "musing on our killer," and he says the "Tears of Ra"-style killing would be consistent with Olivia's report that the killer may be attempting to put his victims out of their misery. So they may be looking for a humanitarian or compassionate killer. Fauxlivia -- gesturing so much while she speaks that she may also be playing charades -- calls killing people to prevent them from suffering is an "extremely contorted view of compassion," so maybe in her universe the concept of euthanasia doesn't exist? Walter quietly says that, "Some suffering is worse than death," managing not to point out how much it hurts to see someone go after his licorice without permission. He does glare at Fauxlivia, though, so there's that.