Fauxlivia seems a little less sure of herself, but snickers anyway and says she'll look into it, and she sashays away.
Lee is speechless over what just happened, and then he looks up and it's like holy shit! A zeppelin! Lee, if you want to be really freaked out, wait for that zeppelin to pass over the blue-sky windows.
And finally, we're back outside Walter's lab, where the Observer is sitting on a bench and getting his jury-rigged device ready.
Inside, Walternate is crushing something with a mortar and pestle, which he adds to some white liquid he's heating on a Bunsen burner. Looks like milk, which makes sense, because he's in his pajamas. He shuffles past a guard in the hall (gets the guy's name wrong, twice) and into his office, where he's got a fold-out bed set up, and there's also an aquarium and a television. Sweet setup! I wonder if my boss would let me do that? Probably not, given that I don't have four walls -- not much room for a bed, either.
Anyway, Walter settles in with the remote control. Outside, the Observer powers up his doohickey, lifts the lid over the special switch, swallows a couple of times (little nervous?) ... and then closes it again and shuts off the machine. He looks back again at the lab, then stands up and walks away.
Inside, Walter's drifting off to sleep, so he shuts off the television -- and then is utterly terrified when he sees a reflection of Peter in the screen. He starts yelling in horror, bringing Agent Tim running in from the hallway, where he finds Walter clutching himself on the side of the bed, muttering about seeing the man again. "It was the man from the mirror," he says. Agent Tim starts mentally filling out his transfer-request application.
Daniel is a writer in Newfoundland with a wife and a daughter. He's a little confused why the Peter-less world isn't all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. Follow him on Twitter (@DanMacEachern) or email him at danieljdaniel[at]gmail.com.