When a man stops to help a woman with car trouble on a rainy night, he probably didn't figure that he was going to be hypnotized and have his son kidnapped. The Fringe team gets on the trail of the woman, who's suspected of several other abductions of experts in their respective fields. As for the kid, since he and his mom were hit by a car nine months ago (she didn't survive) he's something of a piano prodigy who's composing his own music, including one piece that he eventually fixates on, unable to complete it. Before he's kidnapped, anyway. His abductor has a surprise for him: his mother is alive and well, and all he needs to do to keep it that way is to finish his piano piece.
As it so happens, one of the woman's former abductees is a little nuts and just happens to have been a friend of Walter's at the mental institution. Also, the warden? He’s played by William Sadler, the man who terrorized John McClane in Die Hard 2! Anyway the warden thinks Walter never should have been let out, and refuses access to the other prisoner for questioning, unless it's by Walter himself, since unfamiliar faces freak him out. Well, the guy gets freaked out anyway, and Walter winds up being held by the warden until Peter gets a court order, but the warden warns Peter that he's an unfit guardian for Walter, and he's petitioning to have Peter removed.
The kidnapper is using virtual reality (extremely realistic virtual reality) to create the illusion for the kid that his mom is alive so the kid can finish the piece, because the music he's obsessed with translates into numbers, and the kidnapper (after hypnotizing Olivia and escaping when the FBI tracks her down) delivers the info to … Agent Loeb! Who plugs them into a computer that does whatever with them, and allows him to reach through the wall of a safe to pluck out an apple he's placed inside. Do you realize what this means? The nation's fruit is in grave peril!
"Are those notes you're writing, Ben? I thought we talked about this," says his father, driving. Is his problem that the piece his son is writing is in the key of B-major? "That's an awful lot of sharps, son. Why don't you work in C-major?" No, his dad wants him to take a break from the music so he has time for other things. Football, I suppose is the thinking. Anything non-gay. At least, that's what I thought, but later developments will suggest his father's got valid reasons for wanting his son to lay off the musical notation, and not just because his treble clefs look really sloppy.
Ben asks his dad to "not get mad" at him, but he wants his dad to slow down the windshield wipers: "The tempo. It's messing me up." Dad: "Sorry, Bean. I need to be able to see." They drive on, the father showing no regret at all that he can't make his windshield wipers go a little more largo.
Through the rain-blurred windshield we can see the headlights of a vehicle parked on the other side of the road. We hear a woman yell, "Stop! I need help!" and Buddy pulls over to see what the trouble is, having not seen enough horror movies or perhaps too many porno movies.
There's a redhead under an umbrella, and she tells him her car just shuddered and stopped, and her cell phone died. Buddy gets out of the car and calls a tow truck for her, giving the license plate number (332EWD, in case there's some sort of Abrams importance embedded in there). He gets off the phone and tells her they said they're busy and they'll be a while. "Oh. Then I'm definitely gonna be late for the meeting, which would normally be a blessing, but this one's important." Well, that subtle plea gets to Buddy, so he says he'll have a look under the hood, even though he doesn't know very much about cars. She tries to put up a protest, but he's not hearing it. She looks in the car at Ben, and smiles. Ben stares. He's got eighth notes on the brain, lady.
Ben's dad lifts the hood. "Transmission's dry," he says. Then, the blinking starts: a green light blinks at him three times from the left side, then a red one blinks from the right. "Must be an electrical short," he mutters. Yeah, you know, I'm no expert on cars either, but I know they don't have FLASHING CHRISTMAS LIGHTS in them. The lights keep blinking, and he stares, completely mesmerized, until there's a hand on his shoulder.