They had never encountered a storm on the island, nonetheless a rain cloud. Walter barricaded the windows while Hope and Elizabeth were crying. Not only was there wind but now there was hail. When Peter finally made it back, he was soaking wet and slightly bruised from the hail that struck him.

"Peter, you made it back! Where's Olivia?"

"They took her, Walter."

"Who?"

"I don't know who! These two guys were just there. They had Olivia and then there was a light and they were gone...all of them."

"A light you say?"

There was a loud clash. Lightening struck a tree outside and part of the tree collapsed on the roof.

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

"She's okay," Peter lied. "Get under the table." The four of them scurried under the dining room table and huddled together as the storm worsened. The girls were uncontrollable and terrified. "That explains the storm, Peter. The men who found their way here, they must've set off an imbalance with their presence. And now with Olivia gone, the storm has worsened. If she doesn't return the island itself could fall apart."

"But how did they get here? The island was only for us!"

"I don't know, Peter."

...

Olivia felt cold and nauseous when she finally woke. Remembering how cold the water was when she took her swim finally jolted her from her sleep, her hopes of being asleep in her bed with Peter dashed when she saw the steel bars all around her. She found herself on a mattress with only a blanket wrapped around her. Her prison had the makings of an animal cage and through the bars she could see it wasn't the only one

And then, she heard the low growling from the other cages. Some were shadows of what Olivia thought were people yet they were not shaped like them at all. In the cage next to hers, a small pair of tentacles were stretching out in her direction, forcing Olivia to curl up against the back wall.

"Get back."

Two men had approached the strange creature and one was using a stick to shove the creature's tentacle back into its cage. The other approached Olivia. "Give me your hand."

She hesitated. "I said to give me your hand unless you wish for me to let that creature do what it wants."

Olivia reached out her hand as Jones took out a switch blade. He made a small incision into Olivia's palm. She cried softly from the pain and Jones could see the blood coming out. "As I hoped," he said. "You no longer have the island's protection which means you are now mortal. You're better to subject yourself to doing as I ask you."

"Who are you?" Olivia asked him. "What do you want from me?"

"I am on the verge of creating a new world but I am in need of a special human for my new world to succeed. As I understand it, you and your husband already have to of your own and now you carry a third."

"You even think of going after my girls..."

"There will be no need," said Jones. "I came for the one I want. It is the unborn that carry the most power and it is at their birth do we see that potential. Once your son is born, you will have contributed the next step in our natural evolution, Olivia."

Her eyes widened as he was revealing all of this to her. "How do you...how do you know everything about me?"

"If your compliant, it will soon come to pass. In the meantime, I must apologize for your poor accommodations. They are the best I can do until the ship docks."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To where it's going to begin." As Jones walked away he turned to his associate. "Feed her well."

Minutes later, she would be left alone in her cell with a bowl of water and warm fish.

...

"Peter, perhaps if we get the girls to calm down, they could help repel the storm."

"I don't know if that's possible," said Peter. Without Olivia, there this was very true. Elizabeth couldn't stop crying for her mother. "Hope...I need you and your sister to help me out here."

"What can I do?"

"You can help make the storm go away. Please, Hope."

"I want mommy."

"She'll come home soon. Right now I need you to try or the storm won't go away. You can do it."

Hope wiped the tears from her eyes and then she grabbed her sister's hand. "Lizzie, we make the storm go away for mommy?" Peter and Walter watched as the girls seemed in a trance. Slowly the incessant banging on the house by the storm began to die down but there remained a good amount of rain. The sky outside was still dark. "The storm gone, daddy?"

"Most of it," said Peter. "Good job, girls."

"I'm afraid there's nothing that can be done about the weather until Olivia gets back," said Walter.

Suddenly, there was a noise that no one expected, knocking on their front door. "Wait here." Peter approached the front door carefully, ready to tackle whoever was on the other side. He opened the door and was mere inches from tackling September.

"You?"

"The island has fallen out of balance."

"Olivia," said Peter. "Those men took Olivia. Do you know them? Do you know where they took her?"

"I only know that destruction is coming," the September said. "...if they set out to create their world."

"What world? Who's they?"

"We must go as soon as we can."

But Peter was hesitant about the idea. Yes, he wanted to go find Olivia more than anything but if her abduction from the island would cause this much destruction, what would happen if he left? He couldn't take the girls with him. It was too dangerous but then so was leaving them here.

"Peter, the girls were able to push the storm back well. We'll be alright. Find Olivia."

Hope ran up to Peter. "Daddy, are you going to find mommy?"

"Yeah, I am," he said. "I don't want to leave you and your sister alone but it's too dangerous out there."

"But the storm..."

"I know, sweetheart. You and Liz can do anything remember? You're going to have to take care of everything until I get back, okay? And grandpa will be here to help you."

"And baby brother?"

"I'll bring him home too," he said. He gave both girls a hug and a kiss on the heads. "I love you, both."

He followed September to the edge of the island where the same sailboat that brought him here was waiting for them. To their surprise the storm barrier that protected the island was not present as the boat sailed and Peter understood: whatever Olivia's kidnappers did, it managed to push the storm into the very island itself. Peter tried again to ask September if he knew who took Olivia but he didn't know that. September was a man who only saw outcomes and Olivia's abduction from the island was a foreboding sign of things to come.

"The boy must be born on the island," September said. "He's an immortal, a creation beyond science. That is what he wants."

"I won't know where to find them," said Peter.

"You already have the ability to."

"What will happen to my son if I don't find him? What will happen if he's born here? Will the island die?"

"Not just the island," September said. "The entire world."