Back at the hotel, Peter whines to his dad about the day he's had, and says the weirdest part was him answering a question he didn't know the answer to: where the cylinder was. "How did I know that, Walter? I didn't know that. I didn't know where the cylinder was buried." "You know it, son, because I know it," says Walter, adding he didn't have to tell Peter, and mumbles a few things about knowing things through osmosis and proximity.
"You remember the night of the accident when you were young?" asks Walter. Peter starts in with the eye-rolling. Thanksgiving dinner, Peter and Walter driving. The car went off the road onto a lake? Pond? Onto some ice, anyway, which held the car for a couple of minutes, and then broke, plunging the two of them into the water. "And then you swam to shore and saved us both," says Peter, clearly tired of this story. Walter says he wasn't able to control his limbs in the icy water. "I was incapable of saving you myself. We were dead, Peter, you and I, until someone grabbed me and we were going up." He says they were saved by a man they'd never met. Who could it be? Bald with no eyebrows, you say? "As he set us down in the snow, I recall his stare, standing there in his suit, seemingly indifferent to the cold." Maybe he's Canadian! Walter says it was as if the guy was in his head and knew his thoughts. Peter's listening. "Without speaking, he made it clear that he would need me one day. Return the favour, so to speak." He says when he examined the capsule it was as though he'd opened an envelope and finally knew what his instructions were. "Instantly I knew I had to protect the capsule for him." He says he shares Peter's frustrations at not knowing what's going on, but all he knows is that Peter's sitting there alive right now. "I know you must think me insane," he concludes. "Not nearly as much as you might think," says Peter. Good! Does this mean you'll stop yelling at your dad?
Olivia walks into her house, checks the mail, checks the fridge, opts for a bowl of cereal and ... some booze! Nice! She's going to need that booze, because suddenly, standing in the doorway, is John. Not dead. "Hello, Liv," he says. She drops the bowl, and it shatters. Looks like the booze is OK, though.