Peter's thoughts were not interrupted by Olivia waking, but by his phone ringing. He reflexively put it to his ear and emitted a gruff "Bishop."

"Peter. Hi," said the voice on the other line. It took Peter by surprise, because it was female but not Astrid. Just before he could pull the phone away from his ear to look at the caller ID, his brain clicked and he recognized the voice. Shit. Rachel.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Rachel started. "But do you know where Olivia is? I've been calling her for over a day, and we kind of have an agreement that if she doesn't respond to me in 24 hours that I can start calling around."

"Right. That makes sense," Peter rubbed his face and considered what exactly he should say. Olivia hated having her sister worry. "I'm actually with Olivia now, and she's fine, but she can't come to the phone."

"Is she working?"

Peter didn't want to lie, even though he was pretty sure that he should if he didn't want Olivia to wake up angry with him.

"No, she's not working."

"Oh really?" Peter heard Rachel's voice take on a new tone, a "I wonder what you two have been doing..." tone. But then that tone quickly went away after she considered it for a second. "But why can't she come to the phone?" she asked.

Peter decided that since Olivia wasn't going to yell at him at the moment, he might as well do what he thought was best for her. "Rach, she's asleep. In the hospital."

"What? What happened?"

"As far as we can tell, she's just tired."

"Tired?"

"Yeah, the doctors say it's acute exhaustion. I wasn't lying when I said she was fine."

"How long has she been out?"

"Since yesterday morning."

Peter could hear Rachel make a noise like a huff before she continued. "Next time, could you please tell me when my sister is in the hospital?"

"I can't promise that."

"Why not?"

"Olivia would probably kill me. She hates having you worry."

"I'm going to have to have a talk with my sister. When she gets up."

"Right. I'll tell her to call you first thing. Or maybe not first thing since I'll want to ask her if she's okay, and she'll want to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. When she gets home, I'll have her call you."

"Actually, she'll see me there. The reason I called was to remind her that Ella and I are coming back to her place."

"Oh. Did something happen?"

"Let's just say that our living arrangements were not working out."

Just then Peter's phone beeped and he realized he was getting another call. "Sorry, Rachel, someone else is calling me. I'm going to have to let you go."

"Text me when Olivia wakes up, alright?"

"Will do." Peter switched over and to his surprise, it was again a female who was not Astrid. But he recognized the voice that responded to his "Hello?" right away.

"Remember that long discussion we had about you seeing Henry on certain days?"

Henry. He knew who that was. How did he know who that was? For some reason, Peter felt like he had talked to his mother, Elizabeth, about his son. Maybe he had taken LSD again, or some other drug that would cause hallucinations and a few months of amnesia.

Though he did not remember the conversation about visitation, Peter decided to act like he did. "Liv, I'm sorry, I forgot."

"I packed a bag and a baby and I've been sitting here in the Bridge for an hour with agents from both sides giving me dirty looks. If you're going to forget these meetings, I do not have to go to the trouble-"

"I'm sorry. I've been a bit distracted because Olivia is in the hospital."

Liv took a second to respond to that, and when she did Peter could hear concern in her voice. "Is she going to be okay? Did something go wrong with the soft spots?"

"We don't know what happened exactly. She passed out yesterday and hasn't woken up, but all her tests have come back normal."

"Well, I hope she's okay. We can reschedule your visit with Henry."

"Really?" Peter almost couldn't fathom this sudden understanding.

"I'm not a heartless bitch. I know you need to be there so you can sit and wait for her to wake up, like you guys always do."

"What do you know about that?"

"I did read your guys' case files when I infiltrated your side. Every other one had a note from one of you about the condition of the other when they woke up in the hospital."

Peter took offense at that. "One of us doesn't end up in the hospital after every other case."

"Yes you do!" Liv laughed. "Your inferior investigative procedures- and skills- put one of you in the care of your inferior medical technology almost every case."

"At least we have coffee."

"That was a low blow, Bishop," Liv said coolly. Peter then heard a cry from the other end, and Liv's voice went back to its almost-cheerful tone. "Ah, Henry is getting fussy. Leave a message for me at the Bridge when Olivia wakes up, and I'll call you about rescheduling the visit."

"Okay. Thanks, Liv."

The other end clicked off and Peter took in all the new information. He had had a civil conversation with the only woman he had ever considered killing. That may be more surprising than waking up without any knowledge of the past three months.

Maybe a more mild-mannered version of himself had taken over his life temporarily. If so, Peter was pretty impressed with his ability to get on terms with Liv friendly enough for him to have regular visits with his son.

And how the hell did he know about his son? He certainly didn't have knowledge of Henry before entering the machine.

But once again, his thoughts were interrupted. This time, by Olivia opening her eyes.