By Daniel
So: we're fifteen years in the future -- the future of Earth-1, as Earth-2 was destroyed by successful (?) deployment of our doomsday machine. Fringe is a major department, because our universe has been disintegrating ever since the destruction of the other universe, which was intrinsically linked with ours, a scenario that Nina Sharp's admittedly rudimentary snowglobe demonstration failed to anticipate. Part of the problem is that there's a terrorist organization wreaking havoc, and they're called End of Days possibly because they're big Schwarzenegger fans. Astrid's a full-on Fringe agent (and does not show any evidence of decay herself over fifteen years, she looks great) as is formerly little Ella, Olivia's niece. Walter's back in jail, looking like the Most Interesting Man in the World who lost his razor, because he's blamed for the horrors of what's going on. Peter's married to Olivia, who wields her telekinesis as effortlessly as instinct.
And who's backing End of Days? A white-haired Walternate, who vowed to destroy Earth-1 when his entreaties for mercy for his universe during a visit to our universe were ignored. Peter confronts him, pleads with him, is ignored by him, and Walternate shoots Olivia in the forehead.
Amidst all this, Peter has enlisted the help of his hated (not by Peter) father. Due to some time-travelling paradoxical mumbo-jumbo, Walter says he can't undo what he did (including sending the pieces of the doomsday machine back in time in the first place) but Peter can go fix things, which is why Walter managed to pull Peter's 2011 consciousness into Peter's 2026 body. When Peter's consciousness returns to 2011, he uses the machine to create a bridge between two universes, bringing Earth-2's Fringey folks face to face with the gang over here. But as he's explaining what he's done, Peter disappears and, inexplicably, no one notices.
The explanation comes from the Observers, a group of home have gathered on Liberty Island to stand around looking creepy together. We learn that Peter served his purpose -- to fix things -- and now he is gone as if he never existed.
Daniel is a writer in Newfoundland with a wife and a daughter. He plans to spend the summer test-driving Ford Focuses, talking on Sprint phones, and eating Red Vines. Follow him on Twitter (@DanMacEachern) or email him at danieljdaniel@gmail.com.