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Harvard University

Peter had gone to the Harvard to get away from it all, especially Walter. Don't get him wrong, he loves his father. Wait can he call him his father. Who is his father, the man who stole him but raised him as his own or the man who biologically created him and caused him so much harm? Not only did he torture the women he loves then he almost made him destroy an entire universe for his own revenge. With everything that happened he was finally able to find the truth. His father was the crazy scientist that was currently working on improving Brown Betty at Massive Dynamics. He couldn't acknowledge 'Walternate' anymore. He was dead to him.

More importantly he came to the lab to do some snooping. He had tried to ignore a question that was always in the back of his mind but it was useless. He just couldn't ignore it anymore. It was time to find out who is Jacoby Alexander? He knew that he was a real person from the reaction Olivia had to the name in the hospital. Part of him was actually jealous but jealous of who. It was time to find out, so he sat in front of the computer ready to Google.

Placing the name in the computer, he hesitated for a split second before hitting search. Almost instantly, hundreds of searches were found. He started to patiently go through each search result, looking for answers. Nothing. At least nothing he thought was relevant. He did come upon an old news article about some mysterious deaths that had occurred in a small town in Florida. In 1989 a well known individual known as Jacoby Alexander Franks was found dead from unknown causes. Approximately, 2 weeks after being buried, he walked into his house causing his wife to have a heart attack and die. The article explained that Mr. Franks was out of the state on buisness at the time of the incident. Mistaken Identity. That sucks.

As he read on, there was another incident in 1992. A mother of two was killed mysteriously, no cause of death was ever found. She appeared to come back to life after 1 week of being cremated. She had no memory of what happened. Now that is interesting.

"I am back, everyone" Olivia yelled as she entered the Harvard Lab with a smile on her face. Almost immediately she realized that it was empty. Shit they are probably at massive dynamics. As she turned to exit she heard some movement, "Peter. Walter. Astrid"

Busted. Peter looked at the computer deciding whether to admit his presence. Here it goes.

"Hi, Sweetheart" he shouted walking toward the main lab room. He knew that she hated the word sweetheart but he loved calling her it.

"Hey, what you doing here in the dark?" she asked curious.

"Just doing some research," he said leaning in to give her a kiss on the forehead.

"What is that for?" she looked surprised.

"Just for being you, I missed you" he casually stated.

"You missed me and all I got was a kiss on the forehead," she said with a devilish look in her eyes.

"What you looking for sweetheart," he replied raising one of his eyebrows.

Taking the lead, she leaned closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Now this is more like it," she said gently kissing him on the lips. Her lips were so soft, Peter loved her lips. He couldn't help but deepened the kiss, showing his passion. All of a sudden she had a sharp pain in her chest and she had to pull away. He saw the pain in her eyes, "You Ok."

"Fine, It just acts up once in a while," she replied, "I am curious. What were you working on?"

"Are you sure you should be back at work?" he asked concerned.

"I am fine…" she said getting upset and breaking the embrace, "Are you working on a case?"

"No, it has been quiet since…" Peter started to answer the question when Olivia finished his sentence, "Since the universe nearly got destroyed."

"Do you know how scared I was when I though I lost you?" he said pulling her back into his arms, his strong arms.

"I know. I was too," she replied relaxing in his embrace, "So what are you doing."

"I was bored and decided to do some research," Peter replied.

"Research on what," she said continuing to dig for more information.

"I found an article about some mysterious deaths that took place in a small town in Florida," he said changing the subject, "the victims were discovered alive with no memory after being confirmed dead."

"Interesting… Let's go get something to eat" she said walking away while still holding his hand.

New York City

There had been an overabundance of deaths in New York over the last week. Even more than normal and nobody knew why. Dr. Smithey is an older gentleman with graying hair and also a city coroner. On a typical day he had 5 bodies to examine, today he had 12. So he came in early and took a sip of his coffee while looking at his schedule. He was immediately interested in the first victim.

"Hi, Good morning Dr. Smithey" a female wearing scrubs hollered in his direction, "I am going to be assisting you today." He immediately put down his coffee; he had to see this for himself.

"Get ready, we are going to begin," Dr. Smithey ordered the female assistant.

"Yes sir," she replied annoyed following him into the crypt, also known as the freezer room.

"Do you know who the first case is?" Dr. Smithey asked curious.

"No, should I," she replied to the question with another question.

"The governor's public relations officer was found dead in a local park," He said explaining, "He was a good man. We have to treat him with respect."

"Do you know him?" she asked.

"No but I know of him," he stated opening the ice cooler and pulling out the gurney, "he was a giant supporter of experimental medical research. He gave a lot of money to the cancer research."

"Sir, are you sure this is the right cooler," she said looking down at the empty table.

"Don't tell me they lost another body," Dr Smithey said, "help me search the other coolers."