The walls seemed to be expanding and retracting, like that of some strange fun house she used to frequent as a child. Except in this case there would be no cheesy witch to jump out at her, making her jump and drop her ice cream. Instead there was only white tiled walls, plain concrete floor and a ceiling that held more secrets than she even dared to think of. Olivia Dunham was in her first week of isolation and already was feeling the effects of the darkness which surrounded her on a daily basis; they hadn't turned on the lights, instead the only light she ever saw was when Walter Bishop - Mr. Secretary - opened the shutter, piercing her sensitive eyes with the brightness.

He never said anything, just stood there; his hair gelled back into a tight mess which she wanted to burn off. His eyes held no emotion, no hint of what he was planning on doing with her. How she wanted to leap up, break down the thick glass blocking her from him and smash the perfect little smirk off his face. Walter was so much different than the one she knew back home. This Walter hadn't had the privilege of being kept in an institution for 17 years, being broken to the point of no return; he hadn't led the life that her Walter had. Instead he had tried in vain to find the son that had been rightfully taken from him, and while her heart panged at the mere thought of thinking of Peter, it wasn't anywhere close to what his mother must have felt.

Elizabeth Bishop was an enigma Olivia would very much like to know. She hadn't had the pleasure of meeting her before she had been taken, and Olivia wondered if Elizabeth even knew of her husbands plans. Or even if she knew Olivia was there, trapped and blinded. If the mother was anything like the son she'd want the truth before doing anything. Peter was a stranger in two worlds; he didn't belong in either one yet he chose to go back with her, knowing he'd never feel complete. And it made Olivia wonder, why he had chosen that course of action, surely he'd want to stay and get to know his mother?

Her thoughts were broken as the shutter began to rise slowly, a thin beam of light entering her domain. Squinting she refused to move, keeping her position on the cot, knees up, face composed. Even after a week in isolation, Olivia wasn't giving up any information that could be counted against her, and she knew it would. Inch by inch the shutter moved until she could see a figure standing there, but it wasn't who she thought it would be if the light pink dress was any indication. Unless Walter Bishop had indeed gone insane and was wearing dresses now. Which wouldn't surprise Olivia. The pink dress gave way to slender shoulders, upon which sat dark brown hair, tinted with gray. As the shutter completed its upward stint she gazed into the soft eyes of Elizabeth Bishop.

Elizabeth wasn't what she had expected when her eyes finally adjusted to the light cascading through the window. Her eyes were soft green, almost a hazel and they seemed to penetrate Olivia's soul, as if looking for something. Her face was calm, serene as she stood there, her right hand falling gently to overlap her left, entwining her fingers together in a pose meant to be reassuring. Olivia wasn't reassured though; as she looked into those hazel eyes she found herself realizing just how much Peter looked like her. Sure his eyes were blue, like his father's but everything else was all Elizabeth. Her cheek bones were tight against her face, his were softened slightly by the stubble which hid his youthful look. Peter had Walter's nose though she mused silently as she tilted her head slightly, her eyes moving down to her mouth. He definitely had Elizabeths' lips she realized with a look so surreal she watched as Elizabeth relaxed slightly, her shoulders lowering.

No one said anything for a moment as they sized the other up. Olivia was at the disadvantage however; she knew that Peter had told his mother about her, yet she knew nothing about this woman. All she knew, she had missed her son and had blamed her universe for taking him away from her. Moving her legs out to stretch them, Olivia never took her eyes off this woman she was most fascinated with as she lowered her legs and crossed her ankles, her face completely blank. She was used to being captured by now, it had happened so many times in her FBI career she didn't think anything of it anymore. Yet this time felt different; this time felt like the last time. Watching as Elizabeth's face softened some more, her mouth opening she didn't expect the first question.

"Tell me about Peter."

Olivia blinked; she hadn't expected Elizabeth to speak, just to stand there motionless like her husband did before closing the shutter, leaving her in darkness. Having one of her captors speak to her was different, though not completely unexpected. Placing both hands on her lap, her shoulders tense from being in one position for so long she replied,

"What do you want to know?"

Elizabeth smiled, her eyes warming as she detected a hint if unease from the other woman. "You've known him for much longer than I have. What is he like?" She asked, keeping her voice even.

Thinking of Peter hurt, more than she thought it would. Olivia had spent the last however long she'd been in this small enclosed space trying hard to not think about him, but there it was. If she were completely honest with herself she'd admit that he had invaded her mind since she'd been brought in, hovering just outside of reach. She wondered what Peter was doing at this moment, if he was thinking of her at all or if he was thinking about leaving Walter again. Thinking back on their last moments together brought up a well of emotions she didn't want to show, but as her mind drifted off to the room, his hand on her lower back holding her as they shared their first kiss a tear broke through the impenetrable wall and she blinked.

"Peter is…unique. In more ways than one." Olivia stated softly, wiping the tear with an angry fist. "He's caring, compassionate, generous. Never thinks of himself, always thinks of others. I used to joke he has a hero complex, always saving those he cares about when the time comes." she paused, her heart palpating hard in her chest. Get a hold of yourself Olivia she thought, lifting her head to look at the older woman behind the glass.

Elizabeth had been listening the whole time, taking in the small changes in the other womans' demeanor. Walter didn't know she was here; he was in another country at the moment, something about work needing him there. She never understood why protecting the planet from an unseen force was necessary; she thought that it took away from what was important. Family. Love. Friendship. Having a husband who was hardly home had taken its toll on her, and Elizabeth had found herself needing to get away from it all. When word had come in that they had captured a woman from the other universe, Elizabeth knew she needed to find out who it was. During her brief time with Peter she had learned a lot in that brief time. He was a man in love, even if he didn't know it. A mother could tell though; the way his eyes softened as he spoke of his coworker Olivia Dunham, his voice drifting as he spoke of their lives together in that other universe.

It was interesting to see she mused, the hurt was clearly evident in him as he spoke about finding out he was from this universe, Olivia lying to him about the glimmer which made him different. His blue eyes darkened slightly before leveling out as he spoke of Walter, the man who had years ago stolen him from her. She hadn't known the whole story though, and when Peter had finished telling her, she'd spent that night angry at Walter - her Walter - for starting this war. It was clear that Peter was confused, and she hadn't wanted to push or pull him into doing what he didn't want to do. He spoke of Olivia a lot; more so than even he probably knew. Little things like how they went out for drinks and how he cared for her. Elizabeth could tell he was still unsure whether to tell her everything and she wasn't disappointed.

When he had left suddenly, Olivia going with him she hadn't known of Walter's hideous plan. Kidnapping their Olivia and switching her with their Olivia in an attempt to gain intelligence about their universe was something she never expected from him. The Walter she knew and loved was caring, soft spoken, charitable. This new Walter scared her; if he did this to his own son, what would he do to her? And so it was that thought that had left her wondering just what Peter was like. She had waited until he left the country before venturing into the DOD on Liberty Island, using her own credentials and had found the cell holding the other Olivia. It had been a shock seeing her there; sure her hair was the same but everything else about her was different from the Olivia she knew only briefly.

Olivia Dunham from the other universe was a broken woman, she could see that easily as she opened the shutter, staring into the darkened room. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she'd been crying most of the time, her once colored cheeks pale from non exposure. But it wasn't her appearance that told Elizabeth she was broken, it was her spirit. Elizabeth had always been a good judge of people, and seeing Olivia huddled in the corner, her head in her knees, eyes covered told her she was a woman full of regret. Waves of despair flowed off of her as she finally looked up, noticing the different person standing there. Elizabeth had expected a look of anger but instead was met with nothing. It was clear she didn't belong here, she fit all wrong with the stark white of the walls, the light creating no warm atmosphere. As she continued to stare into the thick window she suddenly understood how Peter felt. And it was then Elizabeth knew she had to find out more about him, and what better person to ask than the one now stretching in the room? Asking had been easy; hearing the answer, not so much. She knew he was caring, but hearing it from this woman she had only met was something else. The conviction and pain in Olivia's voice caused a pain in Elizabeths' chest. Her motherly instincts knew it to be true; Olivia and Peter were meant to be together.

"What is he like at work; what does he do exactly." Elizabeth found herself asking, completely riveted by the woman.

Olivia smiled wistfully, her eyes taking on the look of reminiscing. "He's determined to figure everything out. His official position is Civilian consultant but he's so much more than that. He's head strung." she replied, keeping her tone light. Her attitude changed in an instant however as her eyes hardened, face turning to stone as she suddenly glared at her.

"If you expect me to tell you about what kind of work we do so you can tell your husband so he can kill me, think again." she suddenly said, voice hard as she stood up, moving to the window.

She took a step back, her hand moving to her chest as she watched Olivia change from the broken down woman to the stern hard one she knew from Peter. Hazel eyes softened around the edges, a wary look piercing the window as she shook her head, "I had no intention of doing that Miss Dunham. My husband has some explaining to do." she replied in a gentle voice.

"Good. Do you know what you husband has planned for Peter?" Olivia demanded.

Standing her ground she shook her head once more. "No." she said simply, casting a look over her shoulder.

Olivia scowled. "Well maybe you should find out before you speak to me again." she declared before crossing back to her bed and sitting on it, knees going up, face buried.

End of conversation.

Knowing she wasn't going to get anymore out of her at this point she lifted her hand from her chest and began moving the shutter down, but not before hearing the echoing sob that pierced the room or the whispered, "I miss you Peter." from Olivia. Holding back a sigh, Elizabeth closed her eyes, the shutter fully down now and made her way back to the main lobby. She needed to get out of here and think.