He really needed caffeine right now, really, really could use some coffee. Waking up should be easy. Peter's body did not want to wake up; however his mind was alert and functioning, though slower than he liked. As he lay awake with his eyes closed he recalled everything that had happened in the…what was it hours? Days? He hoped it had not been weeks since he had found out the truth about where he came from. Perhaps it was all a nightmare. Logically he knew that was not the case, it had been real. Horribly real and grueling, emotional draining, scary, the worst event to happen in his life so far and he hoped there would be no more events like that - ever.

He recapped what had happened trying to make sense of it all. Walter had told him that he came from the other universe, that he had been kidnapped from his real family by a grieving Walter. Peter remembered the anger associated with this truth. He also remembered leaving Walter, fully intent on never returning to Boston, to this freak show he had gotten involved in. The pain from the car crash and the disorientation of being back in his own universe flashed in his mind. He remembered more pain as he was shot up with drugs, and probably experimented on by his biological father. The absolute agony of being forcefully returned back into this universe. How he had gotten back? More pressing now was how he would continue living in a world he knew he did not belong in. There was absolutely no association between those that he had worked with, known in his past, or had come to love. Facing this realization he knew he probably didn't want to be awake right now. Waking up was going to hurt and hurt a lot. Plus he had no idea right now of how to go about living with Walter. He really did want to leave but he had a lot of questions now. Peter simply rolled over, noting the pain in his body was subsiding, and went back to sleep.

Walter quietly sat by Peter's bedside wanting his son to wake up and uncertain of what Peter would be like now. He had to take responsibility for his actions all those years ago; he had to take accountability for wrecking people's lives. Walter could rationalize his actions, he was a scientist, he should have been able to heal his dying son and when he could not he developed another way – an unethical way but he had gotten Peter back. When he first brought Peter over he was certain Peter wouldn't find out his true identity. Why would he? He had taken precautions hadn't he? He was able to wipe some of Peter's memories of his real life, but apparently as his son grew those memories came back in flashes.

Through casual conversation with him Walter began to see what Peter did and didn't remember. Up until the time he told Peter the truth Walter could always change the focus to himself, blaming his mental condition when Peter remembered he didn't like something his biological son liked or when his biological son's toys his Peter didn't remember. Now he was going to embark on his greatest challenge, mending his relationship with his son, Peter was still his son no matter what the young man thought! He had been separated from him for too long, he wasn't going to let this come between them.

Astrid walked in to find Walter crying silently and Peter still asleep. She had just come from Olivia's house. Neither she or Olivia could figure out how Olivia had managed to bring Peter back from the other universe. However she had done it Olivia was absolutely wiped out by it, collapsing shortly after seeing that Peter was breathing. She had helped her friend by taking her home and staying with her as the emotions of the last few days finally came out. Olivia wasn't as stoic as most thought, she had lost too much and almost had lost Peter. What a mixed up family they were becoming!

Walter was no use right now, he relied on Peter. And Peter! Poor Peter, he was battered and broken in so many ways now Astrid felt overwhelmed just thinking about him. The family she had come to know and care for depended on Peter, he was the glue that held them together and now…she felt panic seize her! Calming herself a little she placed a hand gently on Walter's shoulder.

"Hey, any change," she asked softly not wanting to alarm the scientist?

"Agent Farnsworth, when did you get here?"

"I just walked in Walter. How's he doing?"

"I thought he might wake up but he just rolled over."

Astrid was looking at the monitors to check Peter's status herself. Everything looked good so why wasn't he waking up? He had been through a lot but surly he would come back to them. To those that cared for him, that loved him, that depended on him. She missed her lab buddy! Sharing food, watching him interact with Walter, his attempts to flirt with Olivia, listening to music together. She missed his genius, how good he was to his father, watching him progress from a loner to a family man, but more than anything she missed his smile, his looks of bewilderment at his father's rants, his very presence. No one knew how this would end when he did rejoin them in the "freak show" as he referred to the Fringe Division. What if he didn't join them? What could she do to help make things better? Gene mooing brought her out of her thoughts.

Walter was on the move and was about to inject Peter with something! "Walter," she shouted! "PUT IT DOWN!" Astrid could be authoritive when needed and now was the time! She stopped him from pushing the needle into Peter's arm.

Oh hell he thought as the alarm in Astrid's voice as she yelled Walter's name woke him up. His fight or flight response kicked in especially when he heard her tell him to put it down. He rolled onto his back and opened his eyes ready to spring into action if his body would allow. Peter saw Walter and Astrid over him looking down. Walter looked relieved, though holding a very large syringe filled with a blue liquid in it dangerously near his vein. Astrid looked confused for a minute then smiled. He liked her smile, it was reassuring. Well he was awake now and might as well begin the unpleasantness of living in a world he did not belong with people who had no connection to him at all. Life was a bitch.

Olivia wasn't doing well resting, she was too nervous and worried about Peter. Astrid's call saying he had woken up was good news and she was on her way to see them. She couldn't shake the apprehension of what Peter would be like now that he and everyone knew the truth. They would work through it. Together all of them would work through this. The world needed them. The Pattern would not go away without them. She hoped Peter would still be willing to work with her, with his father to save the world. More than anything she hoped that when she looked at him he was still the Peter she had grown close to. She had begun to heal from John Scott, from Charlie, if Peter was taken away from her she would have to begin over again. Olivia did not like that thought…she could do it if necessary but it would rip a part of her out.

Everyone put on their best smiles as Peter walked into the lab. Peter didn't smile at them and the tension grew thick. He didn't react to Walter's hugs, he just stood motionless eventually shoving the man away saying, "Walter! Enough!"

Astrid's hope that he would rejoin them faded. Walter looked dejected and she did feel sorry for him.

"Peter," Walter questioned his son?

Olivia was trying to read Peter's reactions to things but could not read him, this unnerved her and she began to expect the worse. She forced a smile at him, he had a lot to work through she reminded herself. Again he did not smile. This time she noticed the amusement in his eyes were gone, they were empty. She felt her heart break. It would take time for him to heal, she hoped to god he would heal. Olivia knew it was selfish but she could not do this without him.

Astrid's hope for reconciliation faded, Peter would not smile. She put her arms around Walter who was very upset at Peter's behavior. Peter would not smile, only scowl and not his usual scowl. Things were not going to go well for them now she feared.

He had no idea what the hell he was doing. He really never had a long term plan until he got involved with Fringe Division and look where that got him. He should have trusted his gut and ran when he had the chance. Like it or not he had become part of something larger than himself. Not only that but his gut was now telling him that he needed to protect Olivia but he didn't know from who or what. He didn't listen the first time to his instincts so why do it now? Peter had planned on leaving but didn't know where he would go. His old lifestyle was obsolete when his father and Agent Dunham came into his life, he couldn't go back and he was fearful to go forward but forward was where he had to go.

Peter finally smiled at those he had grown close to…he would work it out but it would not be easy for him or anyone involved with him.