"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I really didn't." When Walter Bishop was agitated, there is usually no calming him down. Good thing Astrid was there to soothe him, because his crazy rantings was beginning to grate on Peter's nerves. Unfortunately Walter has every reason to be upset and Peter Bishop shares his frustration.

"Are you sure, Astrid?"

"Yes. There is no mistake. She's like you; not from this side."

Astrid showed him the results of the spectrograph scans. Sure enough, Olivia emitted the telling energy signature that was only visible on anyone from the other universe.

Philip Broyles wanted to assign a security detail to protect Peter Bishop, but one glare from Peter convinced him that he will manage fine without one. It wasn't Peter he should be worried about anyways.

Right now Peter was kicking himself for not realizing sooner that the Olivia who came back with them was not the same one who risked her life to cross universes to get him, not the same one who recently declared her affection for him. Not his Olivia. No, that Olivia was still on the other side, captured by his father, a man who was hellbent on unleashing Armageddon on the only home he knew for the past twenty-five years.

The moment he learned the truth, he went straight to Philip Broyles.

"What are we going to do?"

He had little choice. Without a safe way to cross over, Olivia was on her own. Hopefully not everyone there was like his father. Since they discovered the Secretary's deception, the question was how to prepare a defense for what else he might throw at them. Newton was still at large. For all they knew, he could have brought over an entire army of shapeshifters, while he was enjoying his brief family reunion.

The best thing for Peter to do was to continue his efforts to make the new Fringe Division headquarters operational. There was no mistake why this base was made so very identical to the one on the other side. This was the favour he had promised Nina Sharp almost two years ago. No doubt both facilities had been designed by William Bell for the purpose of an inevitable confrontation.

Until that time, they will need to keep a picture of normalcy around the alternate Olivia. Peter agreed with Broyles' decision to put her under constant surveillance, to make sure that she does not vanish from under their collective noses. If she does, any information she may have vital to getting Olivia back, would disappear with her.

~ooo~

As much as she wanted to, Olivia didn't want to open her eyes. All she wanted to do was sleep. If she was asleep, she could pretend that she was dreaming, and wake up to find that she was back home again with Rachel and Ella. Unfortunately, this was not a dream. The first breath she took felt like fire in her lungs. Olivia sat up in a fit of coughing. When the episode passed, she took a moment to gather herself.

Still a little disoriented, Olivia doesn't remembered how she got there, wherever this place was. She found herself sitting on the ground by the side of a road. There was no one in sight; no people, no animals, nothing living. Taking a good look around. All the trees were dead as well.

Shivering Olivia put cold hands in her pockets and began to trudge on. The road up ahead was poorly illuminated. But from a distance, she could see a house. The porch light was on, suggesting someone was home. Olivia walks up to give the door a knock.

"Who is it?" The voice sounded familiar.

When the door opened, she did not expect to see the person inside. She stared back at the face of John Scott.

"Olivia?"

Before she even had a chance to respond, Olivia's eyelids felt heavy. She braced herself on the door frame for support.

"Hey. Are you OK?"

Olivia could feel her legs turn to jelly. Thankfully he was there to catch her before she fell unconscious onto the ground.

Olivia's eyes came into focus. She could see John Scott. It couldn't have been the same one. Could it? He must be an alternate. That much she was sure of. For starter, he even looked different. This man sported a beard. At that moment, she could not resist the urge to call him.

"John." He turned around at the sound of his name.

Putting down a basin of water, he replaces the cloth on the her forehead. He notices that she was slowly waking up.

"Look alive, soldier. Feeling better?"

"Mmm." It was all she could manage to say.

She was lying on a bed, his bed. John helped her to a sitting position, adjusting a cushion under her foot.

"It's swollen. Your ankle."

Olivia winced. It hurt when she tried to move it.

"It must have happened when you fell."

"You are Olivia...Dunham. Right?"

"Yes."

"I'm John..."

"...Scott. I know." John nods.

"How did you get here?" Olivia rubs her forehead.

"I don't really know."

"I guess that doesn't really matter."

John paused for a moment.

"Look. This is a little awkward. We know each others names. I just don't remember where we met."

OK. Maybe he was not an alternate. Olivia's interest was piqued. She volunteered more information about them.

"We were partners, at the F.B.I."

When he didn't say anything, she ventured on.

"You said that you loved me." Now he had a far away look on his face.

"I did. I got you a ring, but I never had the chance to give it to you..." He strokes her cheek with his fingers. Olivia looks at him with a mixture of fondness and sadness.

"I remember the day we met. I just transferred to the Boston office. For weeks, you pretended not to notice me noticing you. I thought you were the ice princess or something." Olivia chuckled.

"As I recall, I made the first move."

"Yeah. At the office Christmas party, under the mistletoe...You got drunk on eggnog."

"Nope. I had a little too much rum in mine."

"Oh? Is that why you wanted to do it under the desk?"

They both laughed at the memory. It was a good one. John leaned in close to kiss her gently on the lips.

~ooo~

"John." Olivia spoke out in delirium.

With what little light there was in the van, Broyles could see Olivia's brow furrowed. She was burning up.

"How much farther?"

Broyles fills another syringe with serum and injected Olivia with it.

"Just under an hour. How is she, Chief?"

Broyles feels Olivia's neck. Her pulse was becoming weaker.

"Not good would be an understatement."

Lincoln accelerates the van.

"We'll get there in time, sir."