And so the good doctor Jimmy ushers the Forger and the Agent in the direction of the exam room, and Olivia spends the walk in preoccupied silence as her mind runs a mile a minute. No more cute remarks to Mr. Eames, for now. If they found an implant, or an alteration to the mind, it would imply that none of this was magic, and that all the ludicrous phenomena that occurred in these past months could be explained, even if the explication would likely fly over Olivia's head. But that disparaging seed of doubt, growing ever-larger day by day in this fantastical city, tells her slyly that there's no way that this City can be wrapped up and packaged in logic. Perhaps even the prodigious Walter Bishop wouldn't be able to figure it out.

When the trio reach their destination, Wilson and Olivia splinter off to head into the CT room, though not before Eames is directed to an exam room where he can be afforded at least a measure of modesty to change before the scan. Though surely, exposing your skin is less invasive than sharing the landscape of your brain with strangers. Olivia should be thanking Eames.