Fully dressed, Peter, looking disoriented, wanders out into the hall. There is apparently only one other person in this wing of the hospital, and that's a nurse, who Peter avoids -- not deliberately, but coincidentally, as she's distracted by having to answer the telephone. She tells the caller that they've got two, maybe three free beds, so they're going to have to send some of them to General.

Peter makes his way to the emergency ward where chaos is still ensuing, and as he watches a nurse passing by stops to ask if he's OK. When he can't seem to remember what his name is, she notices his wristband and asks if he's a patient. Then she's pulled away by a doctor who needs a crash cart. She tells Peter not to move and says she'll be right back, but as soon as she's gone, Peter puts on his jacket and he's out the door, the same door that Olivia stepped outside last week. But where she saw an ominous yet beautiful sunset, Peter sees a nightmarish hellscape of lightning and smoke.

So Peter's gone walkabout on the mean streets of Pittsfield, but I guess he quickly decided "the hell with this" and he just hails a taxi. Getting in, he tells the cabbie to take him to 42nd and Lex, and the cab driver is all "Come again?" and Peter repeats himself, so the cabbie turns around and asks if he's feeling all right: "Forty-second and Lexington is New York, and we are in Pittsfield. That's a pretty steep fare." Peter thinks about it, and then takes out a wallet that he only seems to have just remembered he has, and hands over a credit card. "Forty-second and Lex it is," says the cabbie, swiping the card yet still seeming put out.

Meanwhile, Sam and Olivia arrive at the Whitley Museum, which is surrounded by police and fire vehicles. The museum looks like it's being pretty hard hit by the storms. "Appears we've got another problem. The key is in there," says Sam.

Fortunately, they find a cop with a mild Boston accent to help them out. "Mayah's office has us setting up safety zones at locations of all the lightning stahms," he says, as he escorts them to the museum. The sergeant tells them this storm is about six blocks, but there are bigger ones, and he's barely got enough manpower to keep up.

He brings them to the museum director, who is on the phone telling someone that she doesn't care if it's "the bloody apocalypse," but she's not leaving the museum unattended. "You remember what happened in Baghdad," she says, and hangs up. She's got the short curly hair that always means "city artsy" type. Like Sigourney Weaver in Ghostbusters.