She was running down the deserted street. He had to be here somewhere. She called out to him.
"Elliot!" No response. She kept on running. "Elliot, where are you?"
Suddenly, she saw him. He was just within eyesight.
"Elliot, it's me!" He looked at her. Then he turned around and started walking away.
"Wait! Elliot!" She ran after him. "Why is he running from me?" She wondered. She picked up her pace, but no matter how fast she ran, Elliot was always just within sight.
Suddenly, she was running through Central Park, trying so hard to catch up to him.
"Elliot, it's me! It's Olivia. Why are you running from me? What did I do?" Elliot just kept on walking. She began to cry. She thought, "Elliot, why are you doing this to me? Please stop!"
As if answering her prayers, Elliot stopped and turned to face her. She began to smile as she got closer to him.
"Elliot!" She ran to hug him. Suddenly a voice woke her from her dream.
"Hey who's Elliot?" Olivia woke to find herself in the County Hospital, handcuffed to the bed, with Hope in the other bed next to her.