Anyway, Ashley comes in, looking for Peter, because he said he'd never had peanut M&Ms before, and she's got an old-style package of them, by which I mean it doesn't have the stupid cartoon peanuts on it and it's got the bigger, blockier lettering. It used to be about the M&Ms! Elizabeth says Peter's out by the cubbies, but Ashley just looked there, and Peter's not there.

So Elizabeth goes out looking herself, and sure enough, Peter's not there. He's left behind his plane next to Olivia's sketchpad, which Elizabeth picks up -- there's enough of a scrap left that we can see Peter ripped out Elizabeth's picture of the field of tulips. Elizabeth calls Peter's name, and then goes to the window in the door to where Olive went all Firestarter. The walls are blackened, and the scene transitions (with a telltale alternate-universe lens flare) into a shot of Elizabeth, looking much more tired and sad, staring out the window of the Bishop house.

There's a television news broadcast on, with the newscaster giving the six-month update on the disappearance of Peter Bishop: "The sympathy of the world goes out to Dr. Walter Bishop and his devoted wife, as the entire nation remains aghast at the kidnapping of their only son." Elizabeth switches it off after the newscaster tells us all that Walternate is the architect of the famed Star Wars defence system that protects the country.

Walter is sitting in an easy chair in a T-shirt, drinking his face off. Can't say as I blame him, but he tonelessly tells Elizabeth that the newscaster was just about to point out how ironic it is that the safety czar couldn't protect his own child. I guess back in 1985, newscasters knew how to use the word "ironic" correctly and didn't use it whenever they actually meant something was "coincidental."

Anyway, Elizabeth is solidly in the "Don't drink your face off" camp, and Walter wants to know if she has a better suggestion. She totally doesn't! "Should I give up on my son, the way the police seem to have? Elizabeth just takes the bottle and walks away.

She only takes it to the kitchen, though. Not that hard to find! She's preparing supper, even though Walter's not hungry. Well, is it OK if she eats? She points out that if nothing else, he needs to put something into his stomach to absorb all the alcohol -- like the alcohol in the fresh glass that he's pouring RIGHT NOW. Drunk Walternate's kind of badass. I like it.

And then he starts grilling her on the clothes the abductor was wearing, but Elizabeth doesn't want to talk about it: "How did he sound? His voice? I have a new theory: plastic surgery. There are a handful of surgeons skilled enough to pull off a feat of this magnitude, but the voice, the voice would be tricky."