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YOU GRADE IT
Knock Yourself Out
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We're high above alt-Manhattan, and Peter looks out the windshield of what seems to be a helicopter on autopilot. Interestingly, the glass is highlighting features in the landscape and providing encyclopedic information in the heads-up display -- on, for example, the Grand Hotel that never got built in our universe but was built in 1908 over here. Over to your right you can see the "Long Island Triangle," also known as "Fringe event 2461," which apparently is a "semi-permanent thin spot" caused in 1990, featuring temporal and spatial distortions. And it's off-limits! Also off-limits is "midtown quarantine, Fringe event 89722." Peter looks over at a huge, translucent amber blob encapsulating Madison Square Garden. An unstable wormhole wouldn't close, and so MSG had to be quarantined in 1999. The pleasant computer lady voice says that due to recent legal developments, the 10,000 people encased in "quarantine amber" had to be declared legally dead. Were they there for a Knicks game? They're better off. Any one of them would have preferred to have been quarantined before John Starks went two-for-eighteen in Game 7 of the '94 NBA Finals when the Knickerbockers lost to the Rockets.

The helicopter heads out to Liberty Island, with its bronze Statue of Liberty, which we discover was appropriated by the revised "Eminent Domain" provision of the Earth Protection Act in 1989, now the headquarters of the Department of Defense (which we knew already). Peter looks over the landscape and frowns.

We're in Walternate's office now, and his desk has a framed photo in which he's been Forrest Gumped into a picture with Barack Obama, and another photo of an older, white-haired JFK (or perhaps in this universe, Teddy gave up drinking early on and lost some weight).

Walternate appears to be just sitting at his desk staring into space, when an officer in camouflage fatigues is suddenly in his office. "You said 'anything odd,' sir," she says, and he tells her to go on. She says there was a high-priority individual admitted into the ER at New York General Hospital. "Who?" asks Walternate, and let's-call-her-sergeant Warner says, "That's the odd part, sir. It's you." Looks like he's all better!

Frank and Olivialt are asleep in bed, when the bedside videoclockphone or whatever the hell goes off, displaying an incoming call from Philip Broyles (and playing "Science Fiction Double Feature," hee). "It's Sunday. Day off," complains Olivialt as she reaches over Frank to accept the call. "'Fraid not," says Col. Broyles, adding that he's uploading her assignment now.

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