In 'Power Hungry' there is a coffee mug with an INtREPUS logo on it next to the news report playing at BiCoastal Parcel Service. INtREPUS gets investigated in 'The Cure'.
Walter puts a thermometer with the letters ZFT printed on it into the head of one of the victims in Holly's Diner in 'The Cure'. ZFT is the organization responsible for the parasite in 'In Which We Meet Mr. Jones'.
FRINGE DIVISION CASE FILE #106-102608
FRINGE EVENT: Methyleugenol injected radioactive weaponization of human subjects
CLASSIFIED CASE CONNECTION(S): Dr. David Esterbrook secret INtREPUS Pharmaceutical Research Division studies
AGENTS ASSIGNED: Dunham, Francis
SUPERVISING AGENT: Broyles
FILE ARCHIVED BY: Barbara Butler, Patrizia Tucci
WITNESSES/CONTACTS: Ken Williams (spouse), Dr. David Esterbrook (in custody), Elizabeth Sarnoff (in custody), Paula Kramer (mother)
LOCATION: Holly's Diner, Milford, MA; Williams residence, Acton, MA; 5620 Stapleton Avenue, Framingham, MA
VICTIM(S): Emily Kramer (patient zero), Officer Williams, Marty Pitts, Dr. Nadim Patel (deceased), Claire Williams (in treatment)
CASE REPORT SUMMARY:
Two weeks after being reported missing by her parents, Emily Kramer turned up at Holly's Diner in Milford, Massachusetts. Kramer's cranium spontaneously imploded, and patrons near her also expired due to exposure to high levels of radiation. The level of radiation coming from Kramer's body was almost three times as great as that from the rest of the victims.
- Project 1051 - Exploration 1 -
Autumn has arrived, and the whole city is in a funk because the Red Sox failed to make the Series. Astonishing. Whence this strange expectation? During my 17 years in captivity, did we enter some alternate reality in which the Sox are a viable team?
It was always this time of year that the orderlies would propose a ballgame, staff versus inmates. The orderlies insisted upon their three strikes per out, three outs per half-inning, seven or nine innings per game. The inmates played along, knowing that the line of scrimmage ran from home through the mound to third, that wickets could trip unwary outfielders, and that every strike guaranteed another frame. The game ended when the score was Q to 12.
The orderlies never could crack the secret of Dashiell's quantum knuckleball. The batters were unable to determine its position and momentum at once! Unable to bear it, they recommended shock therapy for the poor fellow. In confidence, Dash confessed to me that it was a cheat: after all, the direction of the ball's hop was determined after the batter had chosen where to swing! True, there may exist parallel timelines in which every swing connected -- in which they made line drives and smacked home runs and even drove the balls' cork nuclei from their leathery skins -- but we do not live in them.
Speaking of nuclei, those in the young woman's bloodstream are shedding electrons and antineutrinos as we speak. Soon she will perform her Darryl Revok routine. Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery, unless we can forge an antidote, a bonding agent, a Zephyrus for the Hyacinth. Wait! Hyacinth! That's it!
PETER: "What if these people aren't just experiments? What if somebody's preparing for something?"
