After the commercial break, Peter starts fighting the Observer, though, and goes quickly from tentative to confident, especially as he's able to anticipate and block Observer punches, then get in a couple whacks of his own, including a blow that sends the Observer flying backwards against a fence. The combatants stare at each other, the Observer wiping his bloody mouth. "I know what you have done. You have made a grave mistake. You do not realize what is happening to you," he says. Yeah, yeah, Peter's heard it; he doesn't even know what he doesn't know, etc.

Peter responds by winking out and then reappearing right behind the Observer and breaking his neck. The move seems to take Peter slightly by surprise, but he recovers quickly enough to grab the Observer's gun and then wink out again, not noticing Windmark observing the whole thing, a six-storey print of Etta's "RESIST" poster on the apartment building behind him. Who's doing that? Is that like a Dark Knight Rises thing, where the resources involved in doing that would be better focused on actually fighting the invaders?

Meanwhile, on the soon-to-depart monorail, an anxious Olivia wants to go back for Peter, since he hasn't shown up yet. Then, just like that, Peter hops onto the train. Olivia wants to know how he got them out of the pocket universe: "How'd you find your way back to the portal?" she asks. Peter says, "I don't know, but I'll take it," instead of "How about we not discuss our fugitive activities on this very crowded mode of transportation?"

She doesn't look satisfied, but everyone takes their seats as the monorail gets moving. Peter sitting down and looking around by moving his head in short jerks. You know, like a bird. An Observer bird.

Meanwhile, Olivia fiddles with the radio, and discovers that the tuning knob is jammed, stuck on one frequency. "Nothing's being transmitted," notes Astrid. "Not yet," says Olivia.

Nearby, Walter, sitting across from Peter, is fretting over Cecil: "All he wanted was to get out of there. And I didn't help him. I didn't care about him," he says. No, all you cared about was saving the world, points out Peter, who can't seem to believe this is even a problem for Walter. Peter says that Cecil died twenty years ago, the night he broke into the apartment and the light bomb went off. "If it wasn't for your pocket, he would have died then and there," he says.