"Walter! Get off the bridge! I'll take care of it!" I shouted to the old man, as he stared at me with huge, worried eyes. Fiddling with Walters's contraption, I finally got it running, just for it to shut down again. Feeling the wind becoming more intense off the water, I tried to repair it faster, but it wouldn't go through. Something from the other side must be blocking it. By this time, the wind was so strong that it almost picked me up. At one moment I thought it was going to fly away with me, but it didn't. I turned to warn the only other agent who had stayed on the bridge with me, but I saw the wind rip through him so hard that he was whisked away in ashes, as if he had never even been there. By now, I am too worried about my own life to try to fix this god-damned machine. Backing up against the truck, I fell to my knees as the wind became stronger and stringer. Suddenly, the image off the end of the bridge became blurry. Soon, the shape of another bridge overlapped the one I was on. Struggling at first to even keep my head up, I glanced at the other bridge forming over the water. As I look up, the wind around me stops, even though I can see it whipping the trees and shaking the bridge. I was about to go back to the machine when I saw him. The man on the other bridge. He's trying to cross over to our universe. I tried yelling to the Olivia, but no one could hear me. It was as if my words were swept away before I even spoke them. Didn't they see him? He was right there, clear as day. I motioned to them with my arms, but only Olivia caught my gaze. She obviously realized something was wrong, and it was obvious to me that they couldn't see the man on the bridge. That man has to be from the other side. Why can't they see him? Stopping myself, I realized that the real question was why could I see him?
Only one possibility as to why I can see him and no one else can. The same reason I can't remember my childhood. Pictures that I never remember taking, toys I don't remember playing with, and memories lost to another mind, another life. I sat there, on the gravel, watching the man finish his walk, his trench coat flapping from the monstrous winds. My thoughts were racing back to what I could remember. Walter took me somewhere. I remember leaving my room and taking one last glance at the poster on my wall. Only now did I remember what that poster was for; The Challenger mission. Only thing was, it never happened. Or ,at least, it didn't happen here. Another thing, the night I finally had gotten u the courage to go out with Olivia. I heard her and Walter whispering about something and I aw the way she looked at me when I left for my coat. It was a look of sadness, but mostly shock and confusion. Now I know why. On that bridge, only mere seconds from losing consciousness, I realized who I really was. I am Peter Bishop, but I'm not from here, and Walter isn't my real father.
As I passed out, the only thing going through my head was "I'm not from here, I'm not from this world."