"Your nose is bleeding," says Charlie. Indeed it is. Charlie calls for a box of tissues, not understanding the significance. But it's a good thing this is one of the rare times that Walter's watching an interrogation instead of working back at the lab. "No, tissues won't help," he says, and tells Peter to get him some sedatives, while in the interview room, Hicks starts to convulse.
Walter bursts into the interview room and says he thinks the same thing is happening to Hicks as happened to Bowman. And there's Peter, who apparently found a sedatives box right around the corner, bringing in a box of them. "I may be able to suspend the process," says Walter, readying a syringe. While Peter and Charlie hold Daniel's arms, Walter's just about to jab him when Olivia stops him: "Not yet! Not until he talks!" Damn, Olivia! Daniel stammers out that they must have been dosed. "I want to know the name! Who dosed you?" asks Olivia. "Conrad!" screams Daniel, and now Olivia gives her CONSENT to treat the guy in distress, and Walter sticks the syringe in Daniel's neck. Peter and Charlie let him go, and he starts to flop around on the floor. "I don't think that's working," says Peter, who should stick to explaining Walter's jargon, instead of stating the obvious.
Later at the Fringe lab, Olivia, looking frustrated, is rifling through files. Astrid strolls up to say she checked the DHS database: "Nothing came up on a 'Conrad,' first or last name, when cross-referenced with a David Hicks." Olivia says there's been no mention of a "Conrad" in John's old files either.
Astrid offers to take a turn with them, and Olivia thanks her and steps aside to go check on the Bishops, see how they're coming with Hicks, who is unconscious and strapped to a table, and given what happened with Bowman, you'd think they'd have Hicks just a LITTLE more secure, but maybe that's just me. Walter says, "As often is the case, there's good news and bad news. He is transforming, but I placed him in a medically induced coma ... the good news is that I've already synthesized a preliminary sample of an antidote." He's testing it on tissue samples. And a watermelon, he says, holding up a slice, and he feebly calls it a "control group" because Olivia shoots him a look like she assumes he's having SEX with it for crying out loud.