The moment Libby saw the man in a hat enter the cafe she scowled. He walked up to her table and sat down without saying a word. She kept staring at him silently.

"So?" she finally said.

"I heard you wanted to see me", the man tilted his head.

"Yes", Libby said mocking him. "Why am I still here? Why haven't I gone anywhere?"

She knew she was blurting the words out, all her anger pouring like rain.

"I was ready..."

"Yes, you were", she man said quietly. "But it was not your time to go yet."

Libby frowned.

"I don't understand", she said shaking her head. "How can I still be here?"

"There was some..." the Observer made a tiny pause, "...interference with your plans. You will have to undo something."

There was nothing about his words Libby could comprehend.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you."

Libby was about to start asking him questions, but her phone rang suddenly.

"Carroll..." she answered,

"This is Broyles. There's a breach on the other side, we need to figure out where the source is and whether it comes from over here or not. Calling all available agents."

Libby glared at September.

"I'm on my way", she replied into the speaker and hung up. After throwing another glance at the Observer she stood up and pointed at him. "I'm not done with you yet."

She arrived at the headquarters twenty minutes later.

"Agent Carroll, this is the report we received from the other side", Broyles gave her one of those fancy pads that the other side's Fringe agents used. The information appeared on the screen. "I need you to go over here and help agent Lee investigate. Secretary Bishop was already informed about your arrival. I'm sorry we couldn't make them give you your credentials sooner."

Libby was surprised she was on the team at all considering everything that had changed.

"I... um... of course, sir", she stuttered. "Which agent Lee is it?"

"The one from over there", Broyles lifted an eyebrow. "Any problems?"

"No", Libby smiled and shook her head. "Quite the opposite, sir."

"Good", Broyles replied still keeping his eyebrow raised. "That means you need to meet with agent Lee and Doctor Bishop and go to New York. Agent Farnsworth is controlling the situation with the terrorists here, so all the help you need will be provided on the other side."

Libby nodded. Soon she was sitting in the passenger seat with Lincoln driving and Walter mumbling something in the back seat.

"I'm sorry to ask..." Lincoln suddenly said. "I mean, we just met and all... but... is it possible that I know you from somewhere?"

He looked at Libby and she smiled shaking her head.

"No, but you remind me of someone I know... knew..." Libby trailed off. There was something wrong. She always knew when something was wrong...