Lee's being dropped off by a nurse, who warns him that he needs to be back in the chamber in eight hours, or his burns will regress: "You can kiss all that healing goodbye," she says. His face does look much improved over the last time we saw him, which means it's still like a pizza, but only with burnt cheese and not burnt extra cheese.

Then it's back to work Lincoln Lee, who missed this, he says to himself, and he gets alt-Charlie to work on a victim ID, and Olivia hands him his field kit and she tells him he looks better. "You look sane," he tells her, and she laughs and he asks if she's doing all right. After the chit-chat is dispensed with, she tells him that when she pulled the gun on him, she didn't know what she was doing, and Lee interrupts her to tell her that nothing happened: "You and I, we're good," he says, and they smile at each other.

Meanwhile, alt-Charlie's looking at the body of the woman, with an EMT telling him that she died on impact. Charlie says, "Still have any fingerprints?" which is interesting (unless this isn't an alternate-universe thing and alt-Charlie's only asking because she's all scratched up), and the EMT tells him her right hand is probably his best bet. So he pushes a finger onto a pad on his little doohickey, and he's informed that this is 32-year-old Jillian Foster, who's from Hoboken. Anything else, asks the EMT, and alt-Charlie looks at the scattered flowers and says she liked daisies. Probably Springsteen and Bon Jovi too. Unless they don't exist in this universe. Question: would the lack of a Bon Jovi make up for a lack of a Springsteen?

Meanwhile, Olivia's interviewing the bus driver, who's crying because he'd never hit anyone before, and he felt horrible for weeks after hitting a pigeon, and unless pigeons are considered rare, exotic birds over here, he really ought to get over that.

And Lee's using a Fringe doohickey to check the area for environmental degradation, but doesn't find any: "Molecular cohesion is intact," he says, and one of the other agents asks why this is a Fringe case, then. Lee doesn't answer, but he looks around a little more, and spots the pen by the mailbox.

He shows it to alt-Charlie and Olivia, and asks when the last time was that they saw one of those. "God, a pen? I don't know. Preschool, maybe," says Olivia, and alt-Charlie says he didn't know they even still made them. This one looks new, though, with no dents or scratches, and I'd like to point out that I have a case full of old pens on my desk, none of which have "dents or scratches," and Lee says he found it by the mailbox, which is where Olivia says the bike-messenger swerved "so he wouldn't hit some old guy that was bending down."