So apparently Olivia's all fine and raring to go, and she explains to Broyles that Walternate's main priority (and I know Walter is the one that came up with the nickname, but I still enjoy the fact that that's what they actually call him) is learning how to cross universes safely, and he was using Olivia to discover how. Broyles wants to know if he's close, and Olivia is all, "Shyeah! He synthesized Cortexiphan, duh!" and then she talks about how driven Walternate is: "The way he sees things, it's his world or ours." Broyles looks like he kind of wishes Walternate was on their side instead of Walter, who is mainly driven to find new ways to get high.

Anyway, Olivia wants to see the analysis of the remaining pieces of the doomsday machine, and Broyles is all, "Sure, once you're back to work" which kind of surprises her, and he tells her that she's on leave until further notice: "To say you've experienced a trauma is an understatement. You need to process what you've endured over the past two months." You're never going to believe this, but Olivia thinks she's fine but she acknowledges that the last few months have taken their toll: "But I made a promise to a friend over there, and I swore that I would do everything that I can to heal both worlds. I need to go back to work." She doesn't say that she's talking about Col. Broyles, and this Broyles kind of dances around that too. He thinks for a moment and then asks, "This friend that you're talking about, what was he like?" Was he breathing? Did he have all of his limbs? Olivia smiles and says he wasn't that unlike Broyles: "He was honorable, committed. He feared for his family, for their future." Wait, so he had children? And he was still married and very close to his wife? Not to mention he was a colonel. You'd better step it up, Broyles. Of course, you are still alive, at least. Then they stare at each other for five hours.

Over at the Bishop house, Peter is bellowing at Walter, who's looking for his toolkit, and finds it in the bathroom. "I'd forgotten that a couple of nights ago, I used my cauterizer to remove an uncomfortable growth between my--" "-- less information the better," finishes Peter, helping his dad on with his coat. These two have the timing of an old vaudeville routine.