Alt-Fringe division. Charlie, Bolivia and Lincolm enter. Everyone's very busy. THey're heading towards Bolivia's office.

LINCOLM : This is preposterous. We're facing a high level terrorist threat, and we can'teven communicate !

BOLIVIA : How did we use to do ?

LINCOLM : The machine acted as a bridge. But we can't risk toutching it.

CHARLIE : I've missed a lot a things...

BOLIVIA : Shouldn't have gone building your tan when there was action. You're already really dark.

CHARLIE : You're unfair.

BOLIVIA, smiling : I'm the boss, it's my job.

They enter her office.

CHARLIE : I would have returned, what, one month earlier, and I had the job !

LINCOLM : I could have had it as well...

They both look at him, amused.

CHARLIE et BOLIVIA : No.

BOLIVIA, turning the table on : Very good, gentlemen. I want all you can find on this plane. get me a lead, and quick.

CHARLIE : Stop bragging...

He leaves the room. Lincolm stays.

LINCOLM : You think they're gonna bind the two universe back ?

BOLIVIA, mockingly : No idea. Why, you wanna go back ?

LINCOLM : No, of course not. But I wonder how we're gonna solve this. There must be someone, somewhere, who has managed to communicate with the other side without this ancient device.

BOLIVIA : I'll deal with that, lincolm. Go back to work.

He frowns, with a smile.

BOLIVIA : Not easy screwing your boss, eh ?

LINCOLM, leaving : Damn right.

Near Alt-Astrid, still in a military uniform. Charlie and Lincolm are here. All around, screens are showing information drafts on the flight 627's incident, testimonies, and calls to information.

ALT-ASTRID : It seems like an anomaly hit the plane in flight. Our data show that the last half of the device was detached without any trace. Those events remain unaccounted for.

LINCOLM : In my universe, they reported that this half had hit the ground. Would it be possible that someone attempted to make only half of the plane cross over while it was flying ?

ALT-ASTRID : Seems highly improbable.

LINCOLM : As improbable as Liberty Island being the target ?

ALT-ASTRID : No, even more. What you're describing would require a knowledge absent in both worlds, as far as we can tell, and would imply that a massive machinery was implanted on the plane.

CHARLIE : Which we didn't find ?

Silence.

CHARLIE : What. Did they find anything ?

ASTRID : Nothing as big, but a small and strange appliance was find in the remains of the structure. Neither it's origin or any familiar mark could be identified. It's stilll being processed.

LINCOLM : Something in the black box then ? Hem, I mean telecommunications on board ?

ASTRID : Satellites indeed report something weird. A passenger on the flight forced open the door of the cabin, and commanded the pilots to land the plane in urgence.

CHARLIE : Who's to say it wasn't a scared tooty woody ? Musn't have been all calm up there...

ASTRID : We haven't got more data. But it is a probabilistic singularity.

CHARLIE : You weren't able to identify the guy ?

ASTRID : Not through recordings. But we might have isolated his corpse. He wasn't seated when the turbulences occured, and nothing indicates that he is a flight intendant. His corpse is also being analyzed. That's all we know.

CHARLIE : Thanks agent Farnsworth.

ASTRID : Sirs.

Charlie and Lincolm are sitting at their neighbouring desks. They're both on the phone, like many others around.

LINCOLM : No, M'am. If you don't have information you can't call this number :

He hangs up, quite nerved

CHARLIE, hanging up as well : Caucasian man, passenger on the flight. A couple a tourists saw him receive a luggage from two arabic individuals. Satellites traced their origin to a storage unit on Front Bay.

LINCOLM : That's your lead ?

CHARLIE : Got anything better ?

LINCOLM, taking his coat : Well said. Let's go.

CHARLIE : Taking risks, aren't we ?

LINCOLM : Don't get cocky. It's when you say these kinds of things that something bad hits.

CHARLIE, leaving : Don't worry, nothing will explode.

Violins blast, glyph screen : apple with light on to upper hand corner.