Fringe - Season 1 Direct

Peter, using his con-man-honed pattern recognition, notices the victims all share one thing: they once posted online about hearing a strange “phantom melody” on the T, a sound that made their teeth ache. The lullaby is identified — “Schlaflied für Anna” ( Lullaby for Anna ), composed by Thorne for his terminally ill daughter, who died at age seven.

In a dark room, a phone rings once. A hand picks up. “The girl heard the reverse melody,” a voice says. “She’s sensitive. Mark her for observation.” The line goes dead. On the table: a file labeled “SUBJECT: OLIVIA DUNHAM — CORTEXIPHAN TRIAL.”

Inside car 741, nine passengers are not dead. They are merged . Flesh is braided with aluminum handrails. Teeth gleam from within a cracked window. One man’s lungs expand and contract inside a suspended digital display. Bizarrely, the train’s public address system crackles with a faint, looping melody — a lullaby, played on a music box.

He closes the music box. The camera lingers on a photograph tucked beside it: young Peter, maybe five years old, smiling.