Previously on Fringe: Olivia and her Fauxlivia doppelganger swapped universes for a while; Fauxlivia's boyfriend Dr. Frank left on a mission of mercy; Peter and Fauxlivia started dating, but he eventually uncovered the truth; Fauxlivia told Peter things may have started out as an assignment but became "something more"; he didn't quite believe her; Over There, Colonel Broyles is "missing," and that's because he was chopped up and sent Over Here in a universal balance swap with Fauxlivia.
Currently on Fringe: An airship putters through the night sky. The ship makes its way toward the top of the Empire docking station, inside which Fauxlivia is waiting. Her hair is auburn again. She watches through a window as the ship approaches, then watches as passengers disembark and greet their waiting loved ones. For a moment, she seems more like regular Olivia, because there's an "outsider" quality about her. She's like an alien observer in her own world now. A man comes up behind her and covers her eyes with his hands. "Guess who?" asks Frank. She touches his hands and jokes, "Well, the voice isn't familiar, but the hands I like! Rugged and sexy." Definitely not regular Olivia. She turns around to face him, all smiles, then pretends not to recognize him. He keeps up his end of the ruse, going so far as to act like he's going to walk away. She pulls him back and says he seems familiar, after all. "Maybe it's the lips," Frank offers, kissing her. They smooch and canoodle and leave the docking station together, Fauxlivia's arm draped over Frank's shoulders.
As they walk past the lounge, the scene's focus switches to two men sitting at the bar. The younger one of the two watches TV and drinks while the older one regards him with a sort of sour studiousness that seems like distaste. Then he cheers up a bit and makes smalltalk. "Everybody complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it," he says. The other man ignores him. "I'm quoting Samuel Clemens," he says. The accidental tourist looks over at him and they commiserate with each other about their plans being delayed. The older man fidgets and looks around, then asks the other to pass the salt. When he turns away to fulfill the request, the older one swaps their drinks. He watches nervously as the other man drinks from his new glass.
Fauxlivia's apartment. Frank emerges from the bedroom all freshly showered and bemoaning the lack of such civilized luxuries in North Texas. I'd love to know if North Texas is a separate state from South Texas in this universe. Fauxlivia brings him a glass of red wine while she sips lemon water. Her smile is shy when he thanks her. She hurries past him and heads for a bookshelf, fiddling with a CD case like she's looking for something to do. "Everything all right?" Frank asks. She pretends to not know what he means. He says she didn't say anything on the drive home. She seemed "distant" when he called her from Texas. She saunters up to him, slides her arms around his neck, playfully says they were distant. "You didn't seem like yourself," he says. There's a subtle look of panic in her eyes, but she recovers quickly. She says work's been crazy, which is kind of an understatement. Work is pretending to be another version of yourself in a parallel universe to ferret out the secrets of an ancient, world-destroying machine. He seems mostly swayed by her explanation. To seal the deal, she says, "It's just things are a little overwhelming since Broyles went missing." She moves away from Frank to shut the Peter folder that lies open on the coffee table. Frank asks if there have been any leads. Fauxlivia says his car was found "on the edge of a no-go zone," but that nobody knows why it was there. "Something classified?" Frank offers. "Possibly, yeah," she says. She lies more easily about this than she does about their distance. "Lincoln's taken over in his absence," she says. "He keeps pressing all the official channels but we're not getting any answers." With what seems like genuine sadness, she says they've stopped the search. Frank wishes he could have been there for her, but she's just glad he's here now. They kiss and smile and everything seems fine.
Things aren't going as well for the accidental tourist. He staggers into the airship station bathroom, splashes water on his face at the sink. His face is pale and sweaty. He makes for the nearest stall and falls to his knees in front of the toilet. He vomits violently. Although we are spared seeing the initial spume, the coughing and burbling and sounds of chunks meeting water are quite evocative enough. A man walks toward the stall and pushes open the door. With white foam on his lips, the accidental tourist begs for help. He begins to convulse over the bowl. Bulbous shapes move beneath the skin of his throat. The man standing behind him is his earlier bar companion, the Clemens fan. He watches with a wince, but without surprise. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a lidded glass jar. The camera moves outside the stall. There's a sound of something heavy thudding to the floor. The Clemens fan stumbles out of the stall, looking fondly at the little brownish objects that now occupy his jar. What are they? We soon get the answer: As he walks away, dozens of inch-long brown insects scurry out of the stall behind him.
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Cue the red-tinged opening credits and a scalding hot shower for me.
Fauxlivia's bedroom. She laces up her combat boots over the cuffs of her gray pants, then pads across the room in her bra to put on a shirt. Frank, in bed, drawls, "You have any idea how much I missed watching you get dressed in the morning?" She gives a little laugh in response. He invites her to go away with him. He suggests taking an airship to Maryland. They reminisce about a crab shack there, and the great jukebox they had. She seems happy about the idea. Her ear cuff chimes and she answers. She listens for a moment, then says, "I'm on my way." She gives Frank a kiss then heads off to work. Frank looks so happy, the poor sucker.
Airship station. The place is crawling with security when Fauxlivia arrives. The rest of Fringe Division is already on the scene. She finds Lincoln to ask for some catch-up. "Hey, I heard they're rerouting all the flights from Newark; bomb scare?" "Spontaneous bug eruption," he explains. He shows her a belly-up view of one of the bugs on his tablet computer. The bugs ate their way out of the hapless puker from earlier. Olivia looks around and remarks that she was just there the night before to pick up Frank. She makes a sound of disgust, but it's not about Frank: "You know how I feel about bugs." Lincoln leads her into the bathroom, joking about how much Charlie loooves bugs. Charlie is already there, scooping up some of the critters for evidence. "Look lively, people, new boss is here," he teases. How is it that, even with their universe falling apart, these coworkers still manage to have fun with each other, while the Fringe team Over Here is usually so moody? Lincoln and Charlie kid back and forth about being insubordinate, ending with Lincoln making a goofy face. Fauxlivia looks at the collected bugs. "They're pretty, but what are they?" There are many pretty insects in the world. The pink orchid mantis is lovely, for example, as are the lunar moth and lacewing. The bugs that chowed their way out of Pukey McBarfy look like crusty little turds with legs. Olivia was probably being sarcastic. Anyway, Lincoln says they don't know what the bug is yet after checking through three insect databases. The team stands over poor Pukey, who is lying in a pool of dead bugs and blood on the bathroom floor. "What happened to the other passengers?" Fauxlivia asks. Charlie says they've contacted half of them, but the bugs don't seem to live long outside the body so it's doubtful anyone else is infected. "Maybe some kind of mutant insect bit him, laid eggs under his skin," Lincoln suggests. Olivia laughs and watches Charlie for a reaction, but something else has caught his attention. A living bug is currently making its way out of Pukey's nose. Charlie pulls it out with a pair of tweezers, along with a little string of mucus. I'm going to take a Raid bubble bath.
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Department of Defense. Walternate is in the lab, turning a piece of the doomsday device over in his hands. It kind of looks like a mechanical trilobite, but maybe I just have arthropods on the brain. Ugh... now my brain itches. Brandon walks in, apologizing for keeping Mr. Secretary waiting. Walternate ogles the trilobite some more. "I see the piece that Agent Dunham obtained was finally sent over," he says. Brandon says it's functional and will be "integrated" with the machine soon. Walternate kind of looks like he needs some time alone with the little doohickey, but Brandon brings up another matter. There's been a breakthrough with the Cortexiphan (although they don't use that word, since they don't know it here) they synthesized from the Olivia's brain. Brandon and Walternate watch a video of a young man being injected and then soon after causing objects in the room to float around. Moments later, he's screaming in agony and writhing around on the floor. Walternate wonders why this one developed telekinetic abilities when the nine other test subjects died within minutes. Brandon says they'll know more after they dissect his brain, but he thinks it's because this subject was the youngest of the group. "Which makes sense, given your notion that the human brain is infinitely capable at birth," Brandon says. "We simply need younger test subjects." He starts to suggest using children, but Walternate is already shaking his head in refusal. "Sir, we may be close," Brandon protests. "No children," Walternate says firmly. "That is not an option." He leaves the lab looking disturbed.
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Bug lab. A pretty young woman with cat's eye glasses and red hair takes a big insect out of a specimen case. It looks like a rhinoceros beetle. She brings it over to her work station, not looking up when Charlie and Fauxlivia walk into the room. "Drop your file request on the table, I'm a little busy right now." Fauxlivia shows her Fringe Division ID and starts to introduce them, but the young woman has looked up by now. "Agent Charlie Foster!" she blurts. "Francis! I'm Foster. Mona Foster." She is drawn to him as a fly to a very seductive pile of manure. He doesn't recognize her, but she was the one who treated him for his "arachnid infestation." "So, how are the spiders?" she asks, trying to sound casual. "Uh, they're good," Charlie says. "Sometimes they just itch a little." She offers to scratch for him, but all he can muster is a slightly amused "hmm." Olivia can barely contain how funny she finds all this. Mona remembers she's a professional: "So, what brings Fringe here today?"
We're treated to close-up views of a bug's undersides as she studies it. "It's order Coleoptera for sure," she says. It doesn't look like a beetle to me, but maybe beetles look like roaches Over There. She's not sure of the species, though. "Where did you find this?" she asks Charlie. "At the Empire Docking Station," Fauxlivia says. Charlie explains how they ate their way out of poor Pukey, which Mona finds "interesting." I think she's killing her chances with Charlie, judging by his reaction. Suddenly, she gets an idea and scampers off to another room. Fauxlivia starts teasing Charlie about Mona's crush. I miss Charlie in the other universe. Charlie makes everything better. Mona returns later with a reference book. "Skelter beetle," she announces. "Mansohnium boogliosus." Oh, show. The Beatles, Charles Manson, and Vincent Bugliosi? The writers have as much fun as the Fringe team does Over There, don't they? Mona is bubbling with excitement as she explains that the beetles lived parasitically in sheep, but all the sheep have been extinct for ten years. She speaks exclusively to Charlie the whole time, while Fauxlivia looks amused in the background. They wonder what the beetles were doing inside a person.
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In answer, we check in on the Samuel Clemens fan from the docking station bar. He's in a makeshift lab, dissecting one of the beetles, which means we get another loving close-up of its chitinous underpinnings. He narrates the experience into a recorder. "Specimen number seven was harvested 12 hours ago after a 20-minute gestation," he says. He scoops out some of the beetle's nougaty innards. He puts the goo into a test tube, does some science stuff to it, then dips a little strip of paper into the resulting mixture. "If the enzyme if present, then the indicator will turn pink." He waits, panting for breath. The strip turns blue. He starts smashing up his lab, further establishing himself as a mad scientist.
Fringe Division. Lincoln is walking around, making sure everyone is on top of their assignments. They're still tracking down all the passengers. Frank is there. He says the food service company checks out. "You're wasting your time," Astrid says from her station. "We're not dealing with an outbreak." She rattles off a list of statistics to prove her point. Frank is impressed. Charlie and Fauxlivia walk in. Fauxlivia is still teasing Charlie about Mona: "I bet she drives a Beetle." Charlie takes it all with good humor. Fauxlivia is surprised to see Frank there. "Lincoln requested a CDC liaison," he explains. Charlie brings everyone up to speed on the skelter beetles. Frank goes over to confab with Charlie, leaving Fauxlivia and Lincoln to talk amongst themselves. "I guess for you two, this kind of thing is romantic," Lincoln says. He reminds her of Hoboken, where apparently Fauxlivia met Frank during a cholera outbreak. They chuckle over the good times. Fauxlivia even snorts at one point, which is pretty funny. "I can only imagine what it is you see in a guy like that," Lincoln says. "He is kind of perfect, isn't he?" Fauxlivia agrees. Lincoln corrects her: "No, I'm perfect, but he's a close second." It's all said without any obvious jealousy. Lincoln excuses himself to go to Broyles's office -- er, his office.
Fauxlivia joins Frank and Charlie. Frank is puzzled because the beetles used to have a symbiotic relationship with the sheep, but now they're eating their hosts. Maybe people taste better than sheep. They huddle together, trying to figure out what's changed. "Why don't you just ask?" Astrid pipes up from across the room. She calls up some statistics that say someone will have an answer if they just ask the public for information. Frank is impressed again. Astrid looks a little bashful. Can these two start dating?
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Random diner. The mad scientist is sitting at the counter, studying something on a tablet computer when a portly fellow takes the seat to his. He orders tea and pie. He's curious about what the mad scientist is working on. This leads to the mad scientist asking if he's heard of Jonas Salk, or Watson and Crick. He recognizes them all. "What about Dr. Armand Silva?" asks the mad scientist. The portly fellow searches his memory, but comes up blank: "I don't know that one." "You will," says Dr. Silva. The TV over the counter buzzes with an alert. Pictures of the skelter beetle flash and an announcer asks people to call in with information. Everyone in the diner promptly loses their appetite. Dr. Silva looks nervous. When the waitress approaches him for his order, he asks for the same thing that the portly fellow is having.
Fringe Division. Lincoln is uneasy in Broyles's office. Even the chair seems not to like him. Frank walks in and asks if Fauxlivia can have time off this weekend. Can't she ask for herself? Frank has big plans, but first: "Can you keep a secret?" Lincoln laughs like the very thought is crazy. "I have my own, like, cone of silence when it comes to secrets," he swears. We cut away before the revelation of the secret, but Frank looks like the cat that ate the proverbial canary. Out on the floor, Charlie and Fauxlivia are fielding calls from the worried public. Charlie's got a woman who's worried about her dog being eaten and Olivia's got someone who thinks the bugs are controlling his wife. Lincoln walks up to Fauxlivia's desk and asks how things are going, then cuts her off as soon as she starts answering his question. "Frank's gonna ask you to marry him," he says. His cone of silence was at the cleaners. Fauxlivia's smile freezes, then fades. She looks like the bottom has dropped out from under her. Lincoln is talking about Frank's plans for the weekend, but Fauxlivia doesn't seem to hear him. Charlie comes up to them, having just gotten a legit call. Someone at the "biology annex" knew a guy who was an expert on skelter beetles. Lincoln sends them off to question him, then asks Fauxlivia what her answer will be. She ignores him. "What? I can keep a secret," he calls after her.
Biology Annex. Another close-up of that damned insect. A doctor confirms for Charlie and Fauxlivia that the picture they're showing him is, indeed, of the beetle he remembers. Armand Silva worked in virology just down the hall. Silva, he says, tried to kill himself a few years ago. "Those bugs were his whole life," he says. "When the sheep died out, he was a mess." Yeah, he still is.
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Random parking garage. A car with the license plate "APT6B" sits idling, having just crashed into the railing. The driver's side door is open. The portly diner from earlier sits slumped behind the wheel. Skelter beetles crawl out of his corpse. Silva is waiting at the edge of the level, catching the falling insects in a big plastic tub, grinning like it's raining pennies from heaven. The beetles land in the tub with little thuds that sound both moist and crunchy, like biting into an almond-stuffed olive. I'm gonna go set off a fogger bomb in my bedroom.
The Fringe agents have found the latest victim. Like the first one, he was 42. Coincidence? Are the writers Douglas Adams fans? In league with the Antichrist? Pretty sure they're Beatles fans, because Fauxlivia says the victim was last seen eating at the Abbey Road Diner. Lincoln hasn't had any luck tracking down Silva. His last known address was in Boston, but the city's been ambered and there's nothing in the system on him since then. Fauxlivia figures he's still alive if there's no record of his death. Charlie notices that the beetles this time are bigger. He takes one of them and heads to forensics. Lincoln looks thoughtful. "What's wrong?" Fauxlivia asks. The cleaners couldn't get the stain out of his cone of silence. "I keep feeling like I'm missing something," he says, "that Broyles would see something I'm not." Fauxlivia assures him he's doing fine.
Walternate's secret lair. He's pouring himself a glass of water and wearing a hotel robe. He looks sad. "Do you want me to give you some time alone?" a woman asks out of frame. He puts on a smile and turns to face an ageless Joan Chen. She's sitting up in bed, covers pulled up over her knees. Walternate doesn't want to be alone. He sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped under their invisible weight. She caresses the side of his face and waits for him to speak on his own time. Slowly, he finds the words: "If you'd asked me a week ago, I would have told you that I would sacrifice anything to save our world, when, in fact there are lines that I simply cannot cross." She fiddles with his ear in a kind of distracting way. He sighs heavily and asks if this makes him weak. She says she's sure of his strength, but he's not as certain. "I'm afraid I failed, Reiko." He talks about Peter, and how Peter needs to be there of his own free will. Walternate says he underestimated Peter's attachments "over there." "I hadn't factored in the girl," he says. Reiko says all the things he wants to hear. What kind of mistress would she be if she didn't?
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Fauxlivia's place. Frank is cooking dinner when Fauxlivia comes home after work. Jeez, is he like the ideal guy or what? He's a doctor, he cooks, he knows where to scare up avocados and he has a full head of lustrous hair. Also, he's been hard at work digging up info on Dr. Silva and has found out that he applied to the CDC for a grant because he was close to a vaccine for avian flu. Fauxlivia is stunned by the implications. Frank says it could have saved millions. Also, Silva was using an enzyme produced by the skelter beetles. They talk some science mumbo-jumbo about how Silva could bring the beetles back from extinction (resurrect John and George, for starters) and find a compatible host for them. When Fauxlivia expresses skepticism, Frank explains that "sheep and humans share 96% of the same DNA." Unfortunately for Silva, the first batch of beetles weren't mature enough to make the enzyme. Fauxlivia says the second batch were bigger. The two of them hash out what kind of equipment Silva would need and then call Lincoln with the deets. It all sounds like super expensive stuff. Fauxlivia is all in a tizzy and gets ready to go back to the office, asking Frank to keep the lasagna for her. (Lasagna? Marry me, Frank!) Fauxlivia heads for the door, but Frank calls her back: "Oh, you forgot this?" It's a diamond ring. She stops in her tracks. "I was gonna wait till this weekend," he says. He starts blathering nervously about work and his mother, then kind of catches his breath and calms down. "Olivia Dunham, will you marry me?" he asks. She has the good sense to smile and accept. They're both all grins when Lincoln calls to tell her Silva bought one of the science doohickeys on the list. He gives her the address to where it was shipped in Brooklyn.
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Warehouse in Brooklyn. It's dark. Fauxlivia meets up with Lincoln outside. Fauxlivia picks the lock on Silva's storage unit, grinning the whole time. "What?" Lincoln prompts her. "I said yes," she says. "Frank asked me and I said yes." She seems genuinely happy, which makes Lincoln more or less happy, too. Inside, it's dark and labyrinthine. The beams from their flashlights land on shelves of fluid-filled specimen jars and a scattering of dead beetles. The place seems to be in disrepair; a plank in the wooden floor cracks under Lincoln's foot. "Watch your step," he foreshadows. They hear a clattering in the distance and draw their firearms. They become momentarily separated. Lincoln steps into a walk-in freezer and takes his sweet time looking around instead of worrying about being locked inside. Which, by the way, is exactly what happens. "Hey!" he shouts at the door. The door ignores him. He shouts for Fauxlivia but gets to reply. He tries his ear cuff; no signal. All that neato tech and you can't get a signal in a freezer. Lincoln paces and freezes.
Meanwhile, Fauxlivia is still exploring the rest of the maze. A baboon screeches at her from a cage. She jumps back, falls, and crashes through the floor. She lands on a metal table in a makeshift laboratory, unconscious. Skelter beetles crawl all over her.
When she wakes some time later, she's sitting up and being offered a glass of water. Still disoriented from her fall, she drinks without question. She coughs a bit and Silva takes the glass away, He checks her eyes. "Where's Lincoln?" she asks, still drowsy. Silva doesn't answer. Fauxlivia gets a look at her surroundings and realizes the predicament she's in. Her hands are cuffed behind her. She immediately starts trying to get at the lock. Lincoln is rapidly turning into a Lincolncicle. He scavenges around the freezer, trying to find something that will aid in his escape. He finds a tank of liquid nitrogen. Maybe he wants to freeze faster and put an end to his chilly misery? We cut back to Fauxlivia. Silva sets up a video camera on a tripod, aimed at her. "There are more agents on their way here now," she says. "I think we both know that's not true," Silva says. Fauxlivia tells him to let her go, but he's blathering on about how the whole world will thank him for his vaccine. Fauxlivia scoffs: "For someone who wants to save lives, you sure don't have much of a problem killing people." Great minds think alike, eh, Fauxlivia? Silva is unconcerned by her accusation anyway. He cites Salk's and Pasteur's sacrifices. He says he tried other animals, but only humans were able to host the beetles. That seems like an even bigger pile of science poo than usual, but whatever. Fauxlivia suggests just stopping the research, but Silva's not a big fan of that idea. Besides, he says almost rapturously, his world is almost complete. Silva fondles his beetles and soliloquizes about mad scientist stuff, giving Fauxlivia time to work on her cuffs some more. He feels he's been robbed of his legacy because the world suddenly changed. The sheep probably weren't real happy with the turn of events, either, dude.
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Back in the freezer, Lincoln puts on a pair of gloves (why the fool didn't do this earlier is a mystery) and sprays some nitrogen on the door handle. Then he picks up a canister and breaks the frozen handle. As soon as he's out, he calls for help on his ear cuff. "This is Agent Lee. I need a tactical unit immediately at my location." His name is Lincoln Lee? Somehow, I'd missed that until this episode. "Lincoln Lee" sounds like someone who should either be fighting or dating Superman. Fauxlivia is still listening to Silva's insane prattling. He's going on about how he needs a queen to hatch her own eggs. There will be enough beetles for his vaccine. He just needs "one more human host to bring the queen beetle to term." "But it's over now," Fauxlivia says. "We know who you are." When Silva tells her the gestation has already begun, she looks at the glass of water from which she had sipped. A horrible realization dawns on her. She turns her head and vomits. Silva seems surprised by this, for some reason. Lincoln busts in, gun aimed at Silva. "Lincoln, don't shoot him," Fauxlivia pleads. "We need his help; I've been infected."
Lincoln keeps the gun trained on Silva while he undoes Fauxlivia's cuffs. "Don't worry, Liv, I'm going to take care of you." Charlie and the rest of the cavalry bust into the lab. Frank is with them; he rushes to Fauxlivia's side. She hugs him. "He made me drink the water," she says. Frank grabs Silva in a rage, but Lincoln pulls him off, telling him to get Fauxlivia to the hospital. thing we see, she's being put onto a stretcher and Frank is telling the EMTs that she's been infected with a deadly parasite. Back in the lab, Lincoln orders everybody out. Only he and Charlie remain with Silva, who is on his knees with his hands over his head. "Tell me how to save her," Lincoln says. When Silva doesn't respond, Lincoln presses the muzzle of his gun to his head. Several long moments pass before Silva finally says, "If you want your friend to live, put down the gun and do exactly as I say." Lincoln really, really wants to shoot him, but makes himself back away.
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In the ambulance, Fauxlivia is in bad shape. "Oh, my stomach!" she gasps. Frank smooths her hair and explains about the anti-parasitic he's going to give her. He's worried because it's pretty powerful stuff, but he doesn't think they have much choice. He moves an ultrasound wand over her lower belly and sees a little blob of something moving around. We shift back to Silva's lab where Lincoln is putting together some kind of container at Silva's behest. Silva checks his watch and looks a little queasy. Lincoln brings the container over to Silva. "I gave you what you wanted, now you tell me how to save her." "She doesn't need saving," Silva says. "I didn't infect her." He says she's not the final host. With that, he starts retching over the open container. Back in the ambulance, Frank is about to jab a syringe into Fauxlivia's belly when the EMT tells him to stop. Frank looks at her stats and tells her she's not infected. "You're pregnant," he says. This seems to come as a surprise to Fauxlivia. You know who else is sort of pregnant? Dr. Silva. The queen beetle chews her way out of his neck. "The queen is ready," he burbles. He helps her out by pulling her the rest of the way out of his neck and placing her in the container. Bloody and panting with mixed pain and relief, he pulls Lincoln closer to him. "Make sure they spell my name right," he sputters. With that, he dies in the name of science and grossness.
Hospital room. Fauxlivia looks wan and pensive in her bed, cheering up slightly when Frank comes to visit. "What did the doctor say?" he asks. "That the baby's healthy," she tells him, "and that the fall and adrenaline triggered some kind of morning sickness." It seems more likely that the thought of ingesting a bunch of insect larva triggered the barfing, but whatever. Frank doesn't really want to know the answer to this, but he asks how far along she is. She smiles, shakes her head, not wanting to answer. He presses. "Six weeks," she says, probably wishing it had been a beetle infestation. Frank is about to cry. "Are you in love with him?" he asks, not wanting to know the answer to that, either. Her silence is all the answer he needs. He turns to go, then stops at the door. "You were gonna marry me," he says. He walks away. She curls into her pillow and cries, alone.
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Walternate is being chauffeured through a dark and stormy night when he gets a call from Brandon. "There's been a development," he says. "I think I may have another way to bring Peter back from the other universe."
Fauxlivia's apartment. It's bright daylight when she returns. There are cardboard boxes in various states of packing. She walks out into the middle of the living room and stares at the floor for a while. She may not have considered it yet, but she suddenly has more in common with our Olivia. She is damaged by her association with Walter Bishop. She will probably be less quick with a smile going forward. There's a knock at the door. When she goes to open it, she looks hopeful, but it's Walternate standing there and not a forgiving Frank. She tries to hide her disappointment and invites him inside. "I heard the news about your pregnancy," he says. Her face doesn't know what kind of expression to make in response. He goes on to reassure her that her position with Fringe Division isn't in danger. "After all," he says, "you are the mother of my future grandchild." He smiles with teeth. Fauxlivia looks trapped.
So that's how we end it this week. Predictable, maybe, and definitely gross, but good acting and pacing all around.
Tippi Blevins also recaps Smallville. You can reach her at b_tippi@yahoo.com or http://twitter.com/tippib.
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