Broyles is getting his arm bandaged up by another team of paramedics outside the Davies home when Olivia comes up and quips, "See what happens when you get out from behind the desk?" Which is totally unfair, because until last week I was doubting whether Broyles even owned a desk. Broyles says he's been shot before. "First time by one of the good guys, though. Lucky for me you're a lousy shot," he tells Peter. "Oh, tell me about it," Peter fails to say. Instead, he says Tyler wanted Broyles shot in the head. "Lucky for you I was able to pull it off-center a bit." Yeah, I think Broyles might have preferred to stop it with his vest. Broyles doesn't seem as grateful as Peter seems to expect, and Peter realizes, "You're going to hold this over my head for a long time, aren't you?" "Somehow you'll make it up to me," Broyles informs him.
That night, the Bishops are back at home, and Peter's just wrapping up a call from Olivia while Walter cooks in the kitchen. Peter says Walter was right; Tyler's Sith Lord powers went away as soon as the meds wore off. "Which is good, means he won't do any time," Peter says, not a word of which makes sense. First of all, how is it reasonable that he won't do time just because he no longer has the power to commit more horrible crimes like the ones he already committed, and secondly, how is that good? Even Peter seems to realize that: "The kid goes on a killing spree and all they're gonna do is make him talk it out with a bunch of shrinks." He sits down stiffly, with some kind of large bandage or cast from the crash visible under his shirt. Luckily, Walter has just the thing: crepes, although Peter tries to turn them down. "You were abducted. Of course you need crepes," Walter insists, which should probably go on a bumper sticker. Peter assures him he's okay, and Walter recalls that Peter used to call them "creeps," which drove his mom batty. And Walter would know from batty. "She was a strong woman, your mother." Well, given what she had to deal with, she would have had to be.