Instead, she offers some consolation about how this has been hard on Peter, and they can't expect to get back to normal overnight. Peter says he saw first-hand the effects of Walter's incursion into the other universe, the destruction it caused. "Well, he couldn't have known how bad it was going to be," says Fauxlivia, looking like it's eating away at her to say such sympathetic things about the subhumans who live in this universe. And now Peter is whinging about seeing a picture of himself strapped in a doomsday machine, fire shooting out of his eyeballs. "You didn't come here to talk about Walter, did you," says Fauxlivia, because you really don't have to know Peter long to pick up on THAT. Peter starts blabbering about how he's got to figure out his connection to the device. "What if that machine does exactly what Broyles and Walter think it does? Is that my destiny? My fate? Am I supposed to destroy worlds too?" he says, adding that he doesn't want to turn out like Walter.

Olivia's surprised by the continuing non-war-mongeringness of these people. Oh, and the pool of blood starting to spread under the bathroom door, which concerns her as well. What's a cross-universe spy to do? Well, she starts talking about how the last few weeks have been hard on all of them, so there's always the "temporary fix," and Peter's all, "'Temporary fix'?" and Fauxlivia says, "Distraction," and she jumps him. Sexually speaking.

Meanwhile, over in a subway station, Newton sits down on a bench next to a homeless-looking little person who starts eying the box, which Newton has set down beside him. The man asks Newton what it is, and Newton plays coy, all "It's a box," and when pressed for more details blah-blahs about how the "reality would pale in comparison with one's imagination," although the homeless guy doesn't exactly look convinced. And now here's Newton deciding to get up and go to the bathroom, and asks the man to look after the box for him (for "renumeration [sic]," of course).

While Newton strolls up the stairs, clearly never coming back (passing what could be the Observer as he goes), Fauxlivia appears to have decided that sex with Peter would be too much trouble, as it looks like she is now trying to swallow his whole head. Oh, wait, they're just making out while the blood continues to seep across the floor.