A street sign outside of the Massive Dynamic building in 'The Same Old Story' has a sticker placed over it that reads "Voces Video." This translates to "I see voices" in Latin, the problem that affects Roy in 'The Ghost Network'.
There is a sign depicting the beacon from 'The Arrival' on the wall of South Station in 'The Ghost Network'.
FRINGE DIVISION CASE FILE #103-92308
FRINGE EVENT: Gas-turned-to-solid-amber bus attack (14 different chemical compounds utilized)
CLASSIFIED CASE CONNECTION(S): Prague attack, Flight 627, Angel Suicides in Baltimore; Birmingham Bridge Collapse, secret Ghost Network project
AGENTS ASSIGNED: Dunham, Francis
SUPERVISING AGENT: Broyles
FILE ARCHIVED BY: Natalie Van Apeldoorn
WITNESSES/CONTACTS: DEA agent Grant Davidson (deceased), Roy McComb, Father Kent, Matthew Ziegler (deceased)
LOCATION: South Station, Boston, MA
VICTIM(S): Agent Evelina Mendoza (DEA) and 10 Harbor Transit bus 7031 riders
CASE REPORT SUMMARY:Harbor Transit bus 7031 was attacked at 8:14 a.m. by a gas that solidified like amber around the driver and the passengers. The CDC established it was not a biological threat, and the FBI's special Fringe unit was called in to investigate. Consultant Dr. Walter Bishop theorized the attack was initiated as a gas and was given a sample of the amber to examine in his lab. Bishop confirmed that the gas turned solid when it met the nitrogen in the atmosphere and suffocated the passengers. Three of the compounds in the gas were made by Massive Dynamic subsidiaries.
- Project 773 - Exploration 13 -
The young man does not remember me, nor I him. And yet it is like a kind of homecoming -- to reunite with a participant in one of my forgotten experiments -- to observe the product of my past research, only now reaching its fruition. That his second-sight (as it were) should manifest so soon after my return suggests a sort of poetry in the affairs of man. Not just any poetry, but a sonnet. Shakespearean, of course, not Petrarchan.
In solid smoke a crowd of victims froze
Encased in crystals bound in nitrous gas.
And paralyzed within their deathly throes,
They found this daily trip to be their last.
Unknown to them my subject saw the sound,
Committing visions into ink and clay.
Metallic compounds in his brain we found:
Antennae for a sensory array.
The sweet Cassandra called upon deaf ears,
But such won't be the case with our dear Roy
Enunciating his unspoken fears --
As transferred by a neuro-scanning toy.
Experimental subjects come and go
The soil in which the roots of wisdom grow.
How many others might be out there! The thought itself is ecstatic. I should repair the old transmitter on this building's roof, if indeed it is still there. Other receivers might also hear our signal. Or see it. Or taste it. I can taste it myself, even now! It tastes like sassafras.
The magnetic neurostimulator is the first essential component. The second is the laboratory itself, whose dimensions will encourage reception of transmissions. But despite my joy, there is still discontent. Something here is not precisely right. Something missing, or something extra. I cannot place it. I am crowded by the walls.
The boy has returned with the device. Let the process begin. I hope he also brought diapers. And a root beer float.
PETER: "We'll just go back in time and get [the device] for you."
WALTER: "No need to!"