Ellison is scowling at some work at his desk when Agent Brassy strolls in with some new info, and she wanted to see his face when she gave it to him. After trying everywhere else, she says she ran the prints through "Kid Prints" which is kind of scary to think that the child-identification thing your parents did (which was already kind of scary, like, "Oh, this is so Mom and Dad can identify my CORPSE") means that the FBI has a file on you. Anyway, one set of fingerprints match those of a four-year-old boy living in Canton, Ohio. Ellison looks perplexed. "And that's the look I wanted to see," she says, taking the file back, and if someone could explain just WHAT THE HELL HER PROBLEM IS I'd appreciate it. Ellison follows her out into the hall to ask if the crime scene guys found any "peculiar blood," because at the Salceda murder scene, there was blood found that was almost human, except it had no red blood cells. "I want to see the blood evidence from your guys," he says. She says she'll get back to him. Then he asks if she's going to double-check the fingerprints. She hands him the file. "Have a party," she says, like excuuuuse Agent Ellison for actually wanting to SOLVE crimes instead of being a pain in the ass.

Silk Tie is working in his lab, making notes to himself on a handheld tape recorder. He says the one thing no one thought of is using a "synthetic oxygen carrier" and I should probably warn everybody right now that I am not going to have any idea whether any of the science jargon is only semi-bullshit or total bullshit. So I'm not going to be able to say, "Nice try, but current synthetic oxygen carrier technology could never provide the requisite oxidization for a project of this scope" or whatever, because I don't even know what that is. If an upcoming episode's plot hinges around the lead singers of various current and defunct Canadian bands, I'm your guy, but I'll be letting you down on the science aspects. "The real-world applications are mind-blowing," he tells Chrome Artie, who just looks at him through the ski goggles. Silk Tie looks momentarily unnerved. He ain't seen nothing yet.