Now we're at a residence somewhere, where a young woman is pacing the floor when Dr. Chaos comes in. "Where have you been? They've been calling all day!" she says, and tells him he needs to call them back. He ignores her and gets a glass of water from the kitchen tap, muttering to himself: "Each liquefied thing provides an instance of the proper gift being liquid. Liquid and mass is equal. Passing through liquid and mass is the same." The girl says she'll call them if he won't. "But you won't. You see, your only action will be inaction. That's your pattern," he tells her, clarifying that ninety-seven per cent of her actions "prioritize relational bonds over other variables" and that eight out of nine times, she avoids making decisions that could result in a negative outcome. Annoyed, she snaps that she's not some collection of data for him to analyze, and they both say, simultaneously, "I'm your sister!" and she shuts up, but he continues quoting what she would have said. And every time she tries to speak, he finishes her sentences. Or sandwiches, if you're a 30 Rock fan. We learn that his name is Milo, and his sister finally gives up trying to talk, and just holds up a small toy horse, much to his consternation. "You didn't expect that, did you? Because you've forgotten what it's like to feel emotions," she says. Milo's getting edgy, but his sister continues. "You've forgotten us. Mom gave you this as a reminder, that you didn't have to do more than you were able to, that we loved you!"
"That's irrelevant now," he says, and he turns to walk away, but she tells him she doesn't recognize him anymore: "I made a mistake. When I signed you up, I didn't mean this," she says, and she holds up the damn horse again and tells him he needs to remember it. Milo slowly looks up at her, and walks away.
Over at Fringe division, Charlie is angrily hanging up on some kid who for some reason wanted to play his flute for the government agent who called looking for his mommy. Olivia laughs at him, and Charlie tells her she can talk to the next witness, and he hopes it's a tuba player.