Jesus, another kid who had scientific experiments performed on him? Well, if it makes us feel any better, this kid -- a baby with a super-painful sensitivity to light -- was supposed to die. Nope, doesn't make me feel any better. Especially since the experiments wind up keeping Eugene from dying and turn him into an invisible super-spy. Now he's killing people for their pigment so he can be a normal person who gets to fall in love with the cute woman who lives in his building. The problem is his treatment will return him to his original condition, which will kill him. It's just as well, because the Fringe team has a hell of a time doing it (to be fair, the guy's invisible). At least the guy dies happy, because he realizes the pretty woman in his building was aware of his existence! The ending might be a little more poignant, if it weren't for ALL THE PEOPLE HE KILLED.
Peter, meanwhile, is making friends with his Fringe bodyguard and making plans to build a machine to snap him into whatever timeline he's supposed to be in. He's so far removed what everyone else is doing that he might as well be on another show.
And then there's Olivia, who's been getting terrible migraines that force her into nocturnal roamings where she runs into lonely Lincoln Lee. It's at the end of the episode where we find out where these migraines seem to be coming from -- Olivia's gassed in her house by a couple of goons under the direction of one Nina Sharp. They inject her with something or take a sample of blood, or something -- I was too busy picking my jaw up off the floor to tell for sure. I'm not sure why I was so surprised. I mean, they couldn't keep Nina non-evil forever.
One other thing: if you have an episode that's supposed to be the "fall finale" and a baseball game in extra innings causes a change of plans, if you simply bump that episode to next year and call the previous one the "fall finale"? That kind of makes it obvious that the term doesn't have any actual meaning, doesn't it?
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It's the middle of the night, and a very rough-looking Olivia goes to her medicine cabinet for a bottle of pills. She shakes it. Empty. Well, you really have no one but yourself to blame for putting an empty pill bottle back in the cabinet. Unless your adorable niece (do you have one in this timeline? I don't remember) is stealing medication to sell at school.
Olivia walks gingerly into an all-night pharmacy and goes over to the counter, where the pharmacist has her phoned-in prescription ready. He tells her it's her last refill, so her doctor will have to call in the prescription next time. Olivia says she was hoping she wouldn't need these anymore, as she gobbles a couple down. Yeah, the pharmacist hears that a lot, Olivia. Don't sweat it. Worse comes to worst you could always just get Walter to whip you up some new happy pills.
Walking home -- already looking more sprightly and less haggard -- Olivia passes by a diner, glances in the window, then does a double-take, and goes inside, because Lincoln Lee is sitting at the counter, having a cup of coffee. The clock on the wall tells us it's three in the morning.
"This is bizarre," says Lincoln, when he sees Olivia approaching, not that he's unhappy to see her. She says she was just on her way home and lives only a few blocks from here. He says he didn't know that, and then looks confused: "You're just heading home now?" Look who's talking, Mr. Not Heading Home Any Time Soon, Apparently. She says she was going for a walk because of migraine. "And you know, fresh air helps," she says, leaving out the part about getting horse tranquilizers at the drugstore. As for him, he says that as far as twenty-four-hour dining goes, this place is better than most, and invites her for a cup of coffee if she wants to join him.
So: sitting in a booth while Mazzy Star plays in the background (it's difficult to comprehend how a late night conversation between two people while Mazzy Star plays doesn't lead to sex, but here we are), Lee confides that he hasn't slept since he got here. As in Boston, not the diner. Well, have you tried a bed? Coffee at three a.m. in a diner doesn't usually put me to sleep either. He says he's having a hard time adjusting to a new city.
The look on his face suggests there's a little more to it than that. "You remember a couple weeks ago you asked me if I was..." he begins, and Olivia interrupts to finish: "Freaked out?" He says that just a few months ago he thought he understood the world they live in. "I mean, there were basic truths that I thought were, well, true. I used to sleep like a baby. Blissful ignorance."