Walter asks what Cecil's done to deserve purgatory and Cecil admits the apartment he was in wasn't his. "I was stealing things. I wouldn't have been there otherwise," says Cecil. Walter asks what could have been worth stealing in those bombed-out apartments. "They weren't bombed-out when I got there," says Cecil.

That pulls Walter up short. "You've been here five days, right?" he says to Cecil. That is correct. But the building was blown up twenty years ago, soooo... "What year is it?" Walter asks Cecil. "It's 2016," he says. Bzzzt! Wrong! It's 2036. Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy, where the scores can really change?

Walter offers absolutely no explanation for this and keeps on walking, but Cecil is all, "Uh, HOLD UP A SECOND" and Walter gives him the briefest of rundowns: "This is a pocket universe. Time and space loop in on themselves here. So you can't get out. That's why it just seemed like days to you," he says.

Cecil, understandably dumbstruck by this, says, "My wife is waiting for me." "Not anymore," says Walter coldly, adding "Let's go," as he walks past Cecil down the hall.

Astrid, Olivia and Peter have found Room 431, and spot Walter's footprints (well, really they could be anyone's) in the dust. "He must have gone into the pocket," says Olivia. Peter figures there's only one way to find out and -- using the video camera to guide him -- starts following the steps that Walter took. When he gets to the final "And step out" instruction, he takes Olivia's hand and the two of them step forward... and into the pocket universe.

They spend a moment or two looking around, getting their bearings and then Peter notices that the tape is now playing a recording where back in the lab it had gone to black, but there's more footage now. "How is that possible?" asks Olivia. Because the universes are just like VCRs with different recording speeds for tapes? That's HILARIOUS.

Anyway, the instructions continue on the recording, with Walter giving them directions (with help from this Donald fellow) out the door and down the hallway. Peter looks around at the shifting walls and windows and Escher-esque impossibilities and says it's like something Walter would have designed when he was tripping. Speaking of that, how much drugs does Walter have access to in 2036? Did he use up all the weed that he had in the bong already? He must have some acid squirreled away somewhere. Or maybe not and that's why he's so grouchy lately. Anyway, Peter and Olivia continue on, following Video Walter's directions: "What you're about to find is very important," he says. And neither of them says, "Hey, what about Astrid?" or "Hope Astrid's OK on her own" or anything. Because -- and not that Peter or Olivia would realize this, but Walter would -- if this "one day equals 20 years" is some kind of ratio, then five minutes here equals just over five days in the regular universe, if my math is correct. But I'm not a super-genius like Walter and regular laws don't apply inside, right. Never mind.