Rebecca and Walter arrive at her house, but when she invites him in, he declines. He's only got fourteen minutes to walk back to the bus stop. She marvels about how the day wasn't what she expected. "The best days and the worst days rarely are," he says. Which was this? Finally he gathers the courage to do what he came back with her to do: apologize. Wait, what? He starts to tell her that he was wrong to take advantage of her, back when she was young. She not only declines the apology as unnecessary, but kisses him gently on the lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long," she says, and adds that Walter made her special. You don't need Walter's 196 I.Q. to know the right answer to that, which is that she always was. "Under twelve minutes," he Rain Mans, turning to go, and smiling to himself as he leaves. He looks pretty satisfied for a guy who could have totally just gotten some and didn't.

Olivia sits with Broyles on a park bench. Is his office being fumigated or something? Has he become claustrophobic? He recites all the platitudes that are called for in these kinds of situations: she had no choice, it was Gnarlie or her, it's not her fault, and it wasn't even Charlie in the first place. Now that I think about it, I'm actually not sure how often that last one applies in these kinds of situations. Olivia's still pretty wrecked, partly because of course she's just recently realized Charlie's been dead all this time, not to mention the fact that Gnarlie kicked her ass so bad she might have to do something desperate like go back and see Sam Weiss and deal with his bullshit again. She's still having trouble processing all the trouble the bad guys are going through, "To open a door to the other side? Who are these people and what do they want? What did we do to them?" Before we can all descend into enough half-cocked theorizing to fill a dorm room, Broyles tells her something that definitely isn't going to cheer her up: "Laston-Hennings Cryonics was hit fifteen minutes before our protective detail arrived. They took everything." Olivia realizes this means they found the right head. "William Bell pulled me to another universe to give me a warning. That's how important this is. And I failed." Broyles insists, "Olivia, we'll find them." She wipes her nose and tries to buck up. Well, I mean, not to defend Olivia after she blabbed to Gnarlie when she should have known better, but it's not exactly her fault that William Bell sent her home at ballistic velocity. Maybe if he'd slapped a skateboarding helmet on her when he had the chance, all of this grief could have been avoided weeks ago.