Fringe, what are you doing.

Don't get me wrong, I'm in this until the end, but I feel like Fringe took a hard turn and damn near lost me somewhere around "No One In All Of Time Has Ever Been Loved As Much As Peter Bishop So Because Of The Power Of Love He's Immune From Being Written Out of History" Street, and now I'm clinging to the roof of the Fringe bus, while gangster suited Observers are shooting at me through the roof and out the windows, and they're tryin' t' shake me-- they're tryin' hard; swervin' into "Let's Break The Universes Apart Again" Boulevard and "Have ALincolnternate Get Taken Out By Some Punk-Ass Pseudo-Sniper" Lane-- but I just won't let go.

I'm runnin' this fucker down.