Olivia's getting cleaned up real good, and I could not love her any more because she's listening to the new Ryan Adams album as she does so. She's on the cellphone with a woman telling her that "Lauren and Craig will be there" and they chat about Craig, and some guy named Bobby and whether Bobby is going to like the surprise, but he loves being the centre of attention, and BLAH BLAH BLAH, and Olivia's call waiting beeps, and we all know what's coming.

It's Broyles, who says, without even saying HELLO or anything, "I need you to pick up the others and get to the Marlboro Airport." Olivia waits a second before telling him that she quits: "Only just for the next couple of days, and I'm happy to rejoin the others after the weekend." Broyles ignores this and says, "Runway fourteen. The plane will be waiting." Olivia takes out a tissue and starts wiping off her lipstick. "So, where are we going?" she asks, defeated.

The Fringe team is examining Mark Young's body, which is still lying on the car, and Peter makes a sarcastic comment about Massive Dynamic being "your average multinational corporation specializing in secret bio-research and defence contracting. Walter, meanwhile, is actually doing what he's getting paid to do, which is WORK, and notes that several of the gashes on the body were no doubt caused by the glass, but the cuts under his shirt... and Peter fills it in pointing out that the shirt isn't ripped. Walter says the wounds are too delicate to have been caused by the fall. Peter asks what he thinks did cause them. Walter says it's too early to tell: "It's a shame I don't have a lab. I'd like to examine him," he says. Peter puts a little extra eye-roll into his voice to point out that Walter does have a lab at Harvard. Walter, eyes twinkling, knows that: he's just messing with Peter, who smiles at the ... well, "joke" is a bit strong.