Charlie shows up to say William Bell is out of the country for two weeks, and Massive Dynamic isn't really being co-operative, as per their letter from general counsel. "So, what, he doesn't want to talk?" says Olivia. "Or he's being the head of a $50 billion corporation," snaps Charlie. What is he, Massive Dynamic PR? Lenny Briscoe would have kicked the boardroom door down himself.
The bad news is a court order's going to take at least forty-eight hours. As Walter, in passing, tells Olivia she can strip down to her underwear, Olivia whines that they don't have that kind of time. Which is why she's getting naked so a crazy former chemist can drug her, probe her, and connect her telepathically with her comatose boyfriend. Duh, Charlie.
Charlie actually has no idea what's going on around him, but asks Olivia if she's cleared it all with Broyles. "Somewhat," lies Olivia. "'Somewhat' doesn't sound good," he says. Just then, the cow moos. "Is that a cow?" he says. Ace perceptive skills on this guy. "Yeah, that's Jean," says Olivia, urging Charlie to do whatever he can. Charlie assures her he will, and tells her to be careful. Olivia says she will, even though being careful would entail NOT DOING THIS AT ALL.
So Olivia loses the robe and gives Peter an eyeful of her black bra-and-panties ensemble, and they kind of stare at each other uncomfortably. As he helps his dad put the electrodes all over Olivia's body, he says he still thinks this is irresponsible. But he couldn't pass up the chance to get close to Olivia's alabaster skin, I suppose.
Walter implants Olivia, who winces, with the little probe thingy, and she just about collapses. "I hope your guy is worth it," whispers Peter. They open the tank doors, and Walter takes the drug syringe. "And this will rip open your consciousness," he says. You know, I'd be a little more reassured if he spoke more like a doctor and less like the guy selling the brown acid at Woodstock. He jabs her, and Olivia starts to go slightly limp. The Bishops help her into the tank, and she floats, all fetchingly backlit.
"In case you don't come back," says Walter (Peter glaring at him), "I just wanted to say before we do this, how much I appreciate everything you've done." He babbles on about how much you lose in a place like the mental hospital, like being trusted. "Strange how important that is once it's gone." Peter looks slightly chastened. At least, I think he does. It's hard to tell because it's an upside-down Olivia point-of-view shot. They close the doors. I was half-expecting Olivia to say "in case I don't come back...?"
So. Dr. Jekyll and his son stand around looking at computers. Walter encourages Farnsworth to come closer to watch what's happening, asking her if she "works here." Farnsworth is all, duh, I'm Agent Dunham's assistant. "Who?" he says. Farnsworth points at Olivia. Oh, yes, of course. Real reassuring, doc. He introduces himself, or at least he would if he could remember his own name (Peter helps him out).
Then he natters on about brain rhythms, which are "more important than most people realize," he says, "regarding cerebral-regional interaction. Critical." He's got me there. I am constantly denigrating the necessity of brain rhythms when it comes to cerebral-regional interaction. John is similarly hooked up, of course, and Bishop says the signals (being measured on a lie-detector-looking thing) will synchronize. Peter: "(sarcastic comment)." The three of them watch a computer monitor for the electrical pulses on John and Olivia to sync up.
So we watch a time-elapse montage of computer screens printouts ... it's fantastic all this stuff works so well after years and years of neglect. Suddenly Olivia jerks, and pulses get skittish. "What was that?" says Peter. Olivia's mind is flashing images of her, in a grey dress, in some kind of stark non-world ringed with heaps of old cars. I think Fox might just be recycling a set from The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Floating Olivia softly says, "Hello..." while dream-world Olivia shouts it, and then says, "I think I'm here. I'm here." Peter stares at the monitor that shows John's and Olivia's electric fields starting to sync up, like that is PROOF or something.
In the coma-world, someone dashes behind Olivia's back. She spins around. "John?" she calls. There is a kayak floating in the air. "That's my uncle's kayak," she says. There is a dollhouse. And a cemetery. And then someone walks behind Olivia. "John?" she says again. And there he is, standing before her, in a suit. The brainwaves are synchronized. To tell you the truth, I'm kind of disappointed he's not just a giant floating head. And despite the barren land all around them, they're standing on a checkerboard floor with the FBI seal right in the middle. "I was just thinking about you," he says. And they start making out, like even in COMA-WORLD when John has MUCH LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS TO LIVE, they can barely keep their clothes on. The kissing makes the needles on the electrograph skitter. "What was that?" asks Peter. "Nothing," says Walter, who totally knows what's happening.
Eventually, the two of them stop kissing. Olivia tells John that he was hurt, and he says he doesn't remember. "The storage units," she says. "I feel cold," he says. She tells him she needs him to remember so he can show her the guy's face. "Why?" he says. "So I can save you," she whispers, and I can barely hear them. I don't think you're bothering anyone in coma-world if you speak up a little bit.
We watch the suspect chase at the storage locker facility from John's point of view, only we can't see Buddy's face, and she tells him so. More flashback, including a nice head and shoulders shot of Buddy, interspersed with a skeleton, just as Peter and Walter open the tank doors and pull Olivia out, just as she's starting to freak out.