Frank had driven them far, quite literally to the outskirts of the city. Olivia remained quiet the whole time. He had no choice but to stop at a motel for the night, because the SUV was almost out of fuel. He didn't have any money to pay for gas. Olivia was going to have to get money at the bank when it opens tomorrow.

Olivia looked around the small room, formulating her next move. She sat by the bed and started to dial the phone on the night table.

"Rachel. Hey."

"No. Nothing is wrong...Just it's been so long since I last called."

"I'm looking forward to it. See you."

Olivia slowly replaces the receiver.

"Her cover must be perfect...She has pretty much been living my life, this entire time. No one suspects a thing."

"To what end?" Frank sits down by the edge of the bed.

"The Secretary wants his son back. And Peter trusts me. If she has his trust, she can coerce him into doing whatever she wants…It's going to be hard to convince people she is not who she claims to be." Olivia leans back exhausted. It's been a long day for her.

"We need to draw her out."

"How will you convince her to meet us?"

"I'm going to use myself as bait." After a moment of silence, Frank changes the subject.

"You hungry? I got Ellen's soup from the car." He holds out a thermos and two mugs.

That night, Frank laid wide awake on a couch while he watched Olivia sleep. She yelled out only once in her sleep from an apparent nightmare. He was beginning to worry for her mental well-being.

The next evening Frank and Olivia waited for Agent Dunham to show up at a culvert. When she came, Olivia stood at the opposite end from her, while Frank remained hidden from sight.

"You came."

"I was curious. I didn't think you would escape from the Secretary."

"You have been here for weeks. What about your mission? I thought you were good at your assignment."

"What's the hurry? Can't a girl enjoy herself?"

"You know I could expose you for the fraud you really are with a simple phone call."

"Who would believe you? I make a better you than you. I can make them think you are the impostor. Better yet. I can make sure you don't make it out of here alive to even try."

Olivia found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. Frank watched just before Liv fired a shot. In a split second, he lunged for Olivia. But he was too late. He only managed to move the target off center. He saw that Olivia wince when she landed on the ground. She was hit.

"What? What are you doing here?" Agent Dunham and Frank Stanton looked at each other briefly before he gathered Olivia up and fled as quickly as possible in the other direction.

When he realized that no one had followed them, Frank put Olivia down to assess her injuries. There was a lot of blood on her scalp, but she was conscious and alert; she must not have been hurt that badly. When she tried to stand up though, she fell back hard into his arms.

"Damn it!"