Olivia was silent for a long moment after Raymond had finished telling her what Des, her Des, had done. From wrecking entire towns and cities to manipulating and attacking others, to… to hurting himself, selling his body, in a downwards spiral of madness that originated from her 'death'.

She didn't understand the emotions she was feeling. Of course, no one can stay the same after ten long years, but this change…. She was upset. She was angry.

Olivia was scared for her husband.

Raymond stared at her with a sullen expression. He had told her that he had tried to convince Desmond not to do anything rash, not to do anything that would end up hurting himself. He was just as scared as Olivia was now. Her supposed death had caused Desmond to snap, to break.

He had told her of the panic attacks that plagued him daily, his drinking habits… his --

"Desmond has a lot more scars now, Olivia."

"...Why? What do you mean?" Olivia's eyes welled with tears when Raymond told her he'd tried to kill himself, one time he'd been found in the bathroom with ragged, hurried slices on his wrists, another, he'd been hanging from a beam in his room. Raymond's hands shook as he recounted those.

"He believes he deserves the pain."

"And you left him home?" Olivia's voice was shaky. "What if he tries it again?" Raymond shook his head.

"I don't know if he will. I only came here because of the announcement on the radio. I thought if I brought the professor to Desmond, he'd… get the help he needs." A deep sigh. "I thought you were dead, too. I thought both of you were dead." Olivia placed a hand on Raymond's shoulder.

"It's okay. We're here now." Olivia looked back at the professor before turning back to Raymond. "Can you… would you take me to him?" Raymond looked at the ground.

"Of course… there is one thing that I must tell you before, Olivia." Raymond closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "He may not believe you are there. He's had attacks where... he can see you." Raymond's voice was quiet. Olivia squeezed her friend's shoulder.

"I understand." She looked at Layton. "Thank you… for helping me." She gave a smile, even through the tears, then turned back to Raymond. "Let's go; we shouldn't leave Desmond alone for long, from what you told me." The old butler nodded.

"Of course."

Raymond opened the door to the home quietly, turning back to Olivia and Violet, motioning for her to wait in the living room. Olivia turned to the professor, who had driven them there, and Luke glanced at Violet with a worried expression.

"I'll see if I can get him out of his office." Olivia nodded. Violet was bouncing on the balls of her feet, glancing up at her mother.

"Are we going to see Papa?" Olivia gripped Violet's hand slightly tighter before nodding.

"I have a lot to discuss with him before I'll let him see you." Violet blinked, frowned. She stopped bouncing.

"Mum? Did he do something?" Olivia frowned.

"Nothing that concerns you, honey."

"What is with you, Raymond, you could have at least knocked --" Olivia tucked a piece of hair behind her ear once she heard the voice. This was it.

"Desmond, you are going to eat something. Now."

"I had something to eat."

"When?" Raymond rounded the corner first, then Desmond appeared behind him, clothes dirty with oil and -- was that --?

Violet perked up, her eyes going wide. Olivia felt her breathing hitch. He hadn't changed much at all. He looked disheveled, tired… but that was Des, that was her Des.

Desmond looked from Raymond then, and his eyes met hers. He visibly stiffened then, his eyes widening before he raised a hand to his head.

"Raymond." His voice was dead. "God… I'm seeing them again." Violet shrunk, her face falling into confusion.

"Papa…?" Desmond visibly flinched. "Papa, what is that on your clothes?" Olivia stood in front of their daughter, her face contorting into anger. Raymond stepped quickly behind her, approaching Violet and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Desmond, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Violet gasped. Her mother had never raised her voice, never cursed in front of her. Desmond shrunk away, his breathing picking up.

"Violet, it would be best if you waited outside with Luke and the Professor."

"I…." She looked from her mother to her father. "A-Alright." She stepped around them carefully and sped out of the door. Raymond followed after a moment, glancing at Olivia before he disappeared from sight.

"What do you think you're doing, going to see your daughter in the state you're in? Whose blood is that on your shirt? Hm?" Desmond's chest was heaving. Tears were beginning to trail down his face; Olivia was starting to cry, as well."

"I-I --"

"No. Raymond told me everything. Don't try to excuse what you've done."

"... I'm --"

"You've let yourself fall to their level, Desmond. You were the most adamant about not becoming like them. Just look at yourself! You're no better than those men. I'm very disappointed in you, Desmond." He stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing. Olivia sniffed, rubbing her eyes with a hand before continuing. "You've changed so much, Des. You've allowed yourself to fall below your standards."

Des had fallen to his knees then, and Olivia frowned deeply before walking up to him and kneeling down, reaching out to him.

"Des, you're scared, the past ten years of your life has been chaos, but I --" Desmond let out a shout then, scrambling backwards before hitting the wall of the living room, throwing an arm out and clenching his eyes shut. His chest heaved.

Olivia stiffened. He had expected a blow. She'd never hit him. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest as she slowly began to move forward.

"Darling…." Her voice was quiet. "What happened to you?" Desmond didn't respond, staring through her, his breathing growing rapid and harsh. That's when she saw it. The necklace around Desmond's neck. She saw the two wedding bands resting against his throat. Her heart gave another lurch.

"D-Don't… do-n't -- stop!" Desmond flinched when Olivia moved closer to him, her hand still outstretched.

"Des, I'm here. Olivia is here. Do you recognize me?"

"You -- sh-she ca-an't be here -- you a-aren't real --" He gave a loud shout when Olivia placed her hands on her husband's shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. His body was trembling violently as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Honey, it's all okay now. Do you understand me? I'm real, I'm here." His teeth were beginning to chatter, his breaths coming out in terrified puffs.

"R-Raymond!" Olivia felt tears run down her face when Desmond screamed that name. His voice was high-pitched, desperate, terrified. She shifted Des in her arms, then raised a hand, beginning to stroke his hair, like she always did when he was distressed. She was beginning to tremble as well. She was so scared for Des. His mind wasn't all the way there, Raymond told her that who he was shattered when they had 'died'.

"Sh-h-h… Shhh…." Olivia looked up when Raymond knelt down next to them, beginning to rub circles into his back.

Desmond was pale, his breathing so quick, he was hyperventilating, sobbing.

"Des." Raymond's voice was quiet. "Des, it's alright, you're safe, I promise." Des coughed.

"M-Make i-it st-top --," he finally managed to choke out. "P-Pl-lease --"

"I'm here, hon, it's okay, I'm here now." Olivia paused. "My name is Olivia Tracy, but I married you and became Olivia Sycamore. I'm forty-three years old, I'm half a year older than you, do you remember that?"

"Stop!" Desmond's voice was weak. "You can't be… you can't be real…."

"We got married when you were twenty-eight and I was twenty-nine. We had Violet a year later." Desmond whimpered. Olivia continued. "You thought that we had died that day. We had been severely wounded, but we lived. The paramedics working the ambulance that day were working with Targent, and they kept us from dying. Targent took us in, they kept us in custody until the Azran legacy was found and destroyed."

"Ple-ease… I can't -- can't --" Olivia began rocking back and forth slowly.

"We were released, we found you, Violet was... s-so happy when she saw you round that corner." She paused, trying to contain her tears. Raymond took over.

"You're in the middle of a panic attack, Desmond. Me and Olivia are here now." Olivia shot a thankful look at Raymond before she continued.

"Your brother is here, your daughter is here. We're all here. I will be here from now on, I'm here now, we're alive. You're scared, you're terrified, but we'll be here." Olivia thought to what Raymond had told her, that he had hurt himself, that he had given his body to others who would use him. "You don't need to hurt anymore, you should have never been doing that in the first place. You thought you deserved it, but you didn't ever deserve that, you didn't deserve that at all." One of Desmond's hands rose and gripped at Olivia's shirt, his breathing not as harsh, not as shallow. "We're all here, honey." It was a while before Desmond finally spoke.

"S-Stay… even i-if you aren't r-real… pl-please…." His voice cracked. "I-I'm so-sorry --" Olivia lifted Des's head up, staring into his eyes as she raised a hand to his face, wiping tears away with her thumb. He stared back, eyes puffy and red, as the hand that wasn't gripping her shirt rose up to cover hers.

"I'm real, Des. I'm here now, I won't leave you." He grimaced, resting his head in the crook of her neck. He shook with another sob.

"I -- Olivia -- I -- I --" Desmond exhaled shakily. "I… I missed you so much." Olivia couldn't contain her tears now; they spilled over, landing into her husband's hair.

"It's okay now…." Her voice cracked. "We're all safe. Targent is gone… you made sure they were."

Desmond's eyes were wide as he brought his head up, moving a hand to Olivia's cheek. His breathing was bated, as if he expected her to disappear. He rested his forehead on hers after a moment, closing his eyes.

"I'm… so sorry… I did so much to try and avenge you… I loved you so much. I still love you." His voice was hoarse whisper. "If you want to leave, it's fine. I understand why you would. I'm… not who I used to be. I was blinded by my anger." Olivia breathed out shakily, swallowed.

"We'll… we'll give it time." She paused. "I missed you too, Des."

Desmond inhaled shakily, then gave a watery smile, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her shoulder.

"Papa?" Des jolted, whipped his head to where Violet was standing in the doorway. They stared at each other for a long moment. Finally, Desmond spoke.

"You've grown so much, my little flower." Violet sniffed, smiling widely before she ran and wrapped her arms around her father's neck. Desmond laughed weakly before wrapping his arms around both of them, squeezing them both tightly. "I missed you both so much."

"We missed you, too."