Fringe 201: A New Day in the Old Town

They’re shutting you down? What were we even doing, anyway? We’d sit around and wait for somebody to die some grisly, macabre death, or for the entire fabric of the universe to come shredding apart. We were the clean-up crew, sent in to mop it up and make sure it was all neat and tidy for the file. We were always too late, anyway. We were too late for Olivia.

(via elialys)