Thankfully for everyone's spirits, Astrid comes in, saying Broyles just sent over something that he needs to see. And so out in the lab they watch a video taken by one of the onlookers across the street from the suicide the night before, one of those instances in movies or television where somebody just happens to be taking video for no particular reason. The camera is focused on a couple of buddies, so the video misses the actual fall, but they do show her getting up and walking away. "Nobody could have survived that impact," says Peter -- and he doesn't point out that they didn't actually see the impact in the video -- and Walter suggests that perhaps it's not the woman at all, but the location. Location, location, location! Bell knows what he's thinking: spatial decay, caused from a soft spot between the universes, and Walter gloomily says they're starting to see signs of degradation over here. Bell nods and says he's surprised it's taken this long.

Bell's ready to grab a Geiger counter and go -- much to Walter's excitement -- but Peter won't have it, saying they can handle it. He wants Bell to concentrate on getting out of Olivia's body so Peter can get back in, but Bell says the computer's searching the local hospitals for potential hosts based on their parameters, and he's not someone who can make that happen any faster -- but he is the only person in this universe with extensive experience in interdimensional decay. That's a great thing to put on a resumé, too. Peter backs off, sulking.

Over to... Hartford? All right. At an FBI office, a fax comes in with a set of fingerprints and a picture from the half-suicide/half-miracle the other night. The agent who takes it off the machine runs out to get Agent Lee, who's walking away from the camera to build up the reveal that we're finally going to get to see this universe's version of Lincoln Lee, who turns around, looking Clark Kent-handsome in his glasses that appear to be of the "my vision is perfect but I like how I look in these" variety. He looks at the fax. "Where is she?" he asks. "Boston," says the other agent. Wouldn't that information be on the fax? Maybe Lee needs real glasses.

Over in Roxbury, the Fringe team's checking out the convertiblized taxicab, with Bell saying they have more advanced molecular-degeneration-detection technology over there, but a radiation test should be enough to see if that's what's going on here. He's running the Geiger wand over the taxi, and Peter impatiently wants to know if he's found anything. He hasn't. "So if it's not the place, then it's got to be the girl. Must be something about her that allowed her to survive the fall," says Peter, which means Walter and Bell will get to work gathering DNA. Walter giddily points to his grumpy son that he and Belly are collecting human tissue and fluid specimens, just like when they were kids. "Glad you guys are enjoying yourself," says Peter, too mad to let anyone else be happy or to use grammar that befits his supposed genius-level IQ.