Something was wrong. Libby knew it from the moment she felt the chilly wind against her cheeks. She opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. She was still alive. Something was very wrong.

'No', she whispered. 'Not this. It can't be.'

She looked around quickly. It was dark, but she could see that it was Boston, she knew the area pefectly well in any time, Harvard was a block away and she rushed towards the university's building.

Once she was near Walter's lab she felt relief that the lights were on and she opened the door immediately. The very first person she saw was a young man in a lab coat who was standing with his back to her, but she definitely knew who it was. The young man turned around at the sound of the doot being open and squinted through his glasses.

"Hello?" he said. "May I help you?"

Libby thought her heart was trying to jump out of her chest.

"Hi..." she smiled. "You're al... I mean, you're agent Lee, right?"

Lincoln nodded and Libby made her way down the stairs and walked up to Lincoln shaking his hand.

"Libby Carroll, I was sent her by the New York office to help with the investigation."

Lincoln was about to say something a opened his mouth, but suddenly was interrupted by Walter's voice from somewhere not far away...

"Lester, did you not put my magazines where they were supposed to be?"

Lincoln rolled his eyes and shouted back.

"No, Doctor Bishop, I am pretty sure your extensive library is right where you left it!"

Libby frowned.

"Lester?"

Lincoln laughed and raised his hand.

"Um... That would be me."

Libby laughed a little, too, as he seemed to be a little ashamed of Walter mixing up his name. Libby bit her lip.

"I see. So, to the brass tags. I assume the other agents will arrive soon?"

"You mean agents Lee, Dunham, Dunham, Farnsworth and Francis? They're out in the field, I think."

The feeling in Libby's stomach reminded her of all the roller-coasters in the world at the same time. She shook her head and held up her hands.

"Wait... who?"

"Agents Lee, Dunham, Dunham..."

"Wait, wait, wait. Dunham AND Dunham?"

Lincoln raised his eyebrows and nodded as if that was something way too obvious and simple not to understand.

"I... well..." she felt so confused, "is Peter coming, too?"

"I'm sorry, Peter who?"

The feeling got worse.

"Peter... Bishop?" Libby asked.

Lincoln shook his head.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any Peters here. Not that I know of. And Doctor Bishop is the only Bishop I know. At least..."

"Lester, this is not funny! I can't find the September issue of Modern Science!"

Lincoln winced and his face looked like he just ate a lemon.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go help him, even if it requires entering the bathroom with him in it. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

He went away leaving Libby alone. The only thought that was on her mind at the moment was "what the hell" and the first thing she did was pull out her cell phone. She dialed a number and waited for the answer.

"Yes?" a male voice said.

"We need to talk."