Walter's wearing a jacket and tie, and there's a dark splotch on Walter's tie that Astrid calls attention to, only to have him -- to her horror -- lick it off. He gives her sufficient time to puke at the thought of him slurping up brain matter before he reveals it was just raspberry jam. She looks like she doesn't actually believe him, and can you blame her? Then Peter is there to whisk a reluctant Walter away.

They're off to Massive Dynamic, with Walter fretting about how insignificant he feels. I wouldn't feel so much inadequate but -- with Massive Dynamic's austere, sterile appearance and black-clad perfect specimens of assistants patrolling the halls -- like an utter slob. Walter spots some sort of strange project through an open door, some sort of doohickey with a flash in the centre of a ring that looks like nothing so much as the flashing of a Star Trek teleporter. Yes, the borderline illegally secretive Massive Dynamic is conducting extraordinarily profitable research with a door ajar for anyone passing by to check out.

Anyway, Nina greets the Bishops, and Walter awkwardly acknowledges that he knows this has been hard for her as well, and then they hug stiffly. Nina seems either relieved or alarmed, it's hard to tell.

Into Nina's office they go, for the reading of the will (which quotes Bell's friend Isaac, who I'm going to assume means Asimov), with Bell's words telling them he was not a man of many friends, but if he'd had hundreds, he would still cherish the two of them most. Aw. "Nina, I was your right hand, and you were mine. For the many hours we spent exploring the impossible, a small thank you." The executor passes over an envelope that Nina opens, but he's not quite done. "And for the precious few we had alone in Tuscany, a memento of me." Walter glances over at Nina, who, slightly embarrassed at what amounts to a "yeah, I hit that" from beyond the grave, can't meet his eyes as she gets up to get her memento, which is a bell mounted in a display case.

As for Walter: "We gather knowledge faster than we gather wisdom. By now I trust you have ample reserves of both. I hope you've forgiven me." The executor hands over an envelope to Walter. This time there's no mention of a weekend booty call in Tuscany, though.