Walter's excitement was getting the better of him. And Peter, while having never having a high tolerance for his father, generously picked up some licorice and apple pies for him at just about every gas station he had to stop at…until they finally arrived at Harvard.

"Where are we going, Peter?"

"To your lab."

"Oh wonderful."

"Yeah…but I gotta warn you. It's not in a pleasant, functioning shape."

Later they arrived in the lab and Walter kept ordering Peter to get some machinery set up.

"Will you stop that, Walter? That's not what I brought you here for."

"What other purpose is there?"

"I brought you here because…you were right…about Olivia."

"Oh," said Walter. "It's good to be right in the mind."

"Yeah, well I also need your help. Since you claimed to have…" Peter shuddered at the thought. "…experimented on her…you're the only one who remembers where she came from. Don't you know her family?"

"I…"

"Yeah?"

Walter spaced out for the longest time.

"Hello?"

"Oh…," said Walter. "Root beer."

"What?"

"We forgot to pick up root beer. I could really use a root beer float."

"Dammit Walter. We're not talking about root beer. We're talking about Olivia!"

"Son, if I remembered anything I would tell you."

Peter was shocked. "You mean, you don't remember? What about what you said at St. Claire's?"

"Come again?"

"Forget it!" Peter angrily went about shifting through files while Walter took enjoyment in uncovering the tarps of his old devices. "Oh I remember this…" said Walter. "I'm most excited to get this old tank started again."

"I didn't bring you here to resurrect your old lab, Walter."

"You never know when it might come in handy, son."

Peter pulled out an old folder from a drawer labeled 'Project Redemption'. In it, he found various files featuring pictures of children. And finally, he found one that had the name Olivia Dunham…and the face of the little girl from the video.

"Walter…"

He placed the file under his father's nose.

"What is this, son?"

"It's her file. But I expect you don't remember anything about this."

Walter looked at the girl in the file…only to shed a tear.

"It…" he said. "It hurts to remember…"

The next couple of days were spent trying to keep Walter occupied in the hotel room they were sharing while Peter looked up possible relatives of Olivia. It was a good thing he had connections. But most of the information he got back from them was not good.

Both of Olivia Dunham's parents were dead.

This made Peter mad to hear. He couldn't imagine how devastated her parents must've been to learn that his own father was responsible for the loss of their child. And now they would never have the reunion they were meant to have.

Worse was that his father never really paid for what he did. The mental institution wasn't a well enough punishment for something that almost became murder. Many times, Peter had wished that Walter had gone to jail.

There was only one possible living relative, but it was hard to pinpoint their exact current location…

…all he had was a possible cell phone number.

He became nervous as hell when the he dialed the number. He didn't even know why he had reason to be nervous.

A young woman picked up on the other end. "Hello?"

"Yeah…I'm looking for Rachel Dunham."

"Speaking."

"Rachel Dunham? You used to live in Jacksonville, Florida? When you were a child?"

The other side of the phone went silent. "…yeah I did? Um…what's this about?"

"You use to have an older sister? Olivia Dunham?"

"Yeah but she…I don't know what happened to her. It was so long ago. Who is this anyway?"

"Peter Bishop," he said nervously. "I'm calling from Boston. I know you're not gonna believe this but…Olivia is here…in Boston. Your sister's alive."

Peter could swear he heard a thud? "Hello?" he said. "Hello?"

"I…," said Rachel, unable to collect her thoughts. "I have a sister?"

"Yeah."

"And…I can go and see her?"

"Well, it's a complicated situation," said Peter. "But if you come to Boston, I can explain everything."

Walking down the halls of St. Claire's Peter could see Rachel Dunham getting more and more stiff as the two walked by several mental patients on their way to the cafeteria…where Mr. Sumner said Olivia would be waiting for them.

"Something wrong?" Peter asked her.

"It's just that…I think a mental hospital is the last place I expected to reunite with a family member."

Peter laughed.

"What's so funny?"

Peter calmed down. "Trust me…I know how it feels. Really."

"This place is really creeping me out."

"I know…" he said. "The doctors say she's dangerous, but I know you can help her. Maybe not with remembering, but…I think you have a better chance of reaching out to her…better than I did. If you just get to know her, you'd see that she doesn't deserve to be here. Right now…you're her only chance of getting her out."

"Well…," Rachel said finally putting her hand on the door that would take her into the cafeteria. "…I'm just glad Ella isn't here to see this."

"Ella?"

"My daughter."

Rachel entered the dark hollow cafeteria and saw guards everywhere. There were also a few orderlies and other patients around and it only made Rachel much more nervous. She was ready to turn around and bolt out the door with every step she took.

She saw one woman sitting by herself fiddling with her fingers. Rachel could see the eerie resemblance to herself…the blonde hair, the eyes.

The thing that terrified Rachel the most was that this sad looking woman might attack her unprovoked. But in the end, she could not resist at least checking her out to see what kind of person she was.

Even as she stood over her, Olivia continued to look down, more focused on her thumbs.

"Hi," said Rachel. "Your name's Olivia, right?"

Olivia didn't respond.

"I use to have a sister name Olivia. They said she…or you…got lost in the Everglades or something. I dunno. I thought maybe you might've been kidnapped."

Finally, Olivia looked up and Rachel took her cue to sit down across from her. "I found some old pictures…loaded them up on my phone. I don't really remember a whole lot myself. I was only a baby."

Rachel pulled out her phone and show Olivia one picture. It was one of a little girl, sitting on a couch and happily holding a pinkish newborn baby in her lap and smiling at the camera.

Olivia pointed to the little girl holding the newborn. "Is that you?"

"No," Rachel giggled. "That's you. I'm the pink one. That was a few days after mom brought me home from the hospital."

An awkward silence occurred between them after bringing up the word 'mom'. Rachel checked her phone again. "I might have something of her in here."

She then showed Olivia a picture in a backyard setting. Off to the side was a blond woman looking at two little girls who resembled her. Olivia stared at the woman for a long time. She saw a woman just like her…in the flashbacks she was having, the same one who would kiss her goodnight. She looked nothing like the mother who raised her, the one back in her world.

Rachel pulled up another picture but it was just a simple picture of the two little girls watching cartoons in a living room.

And even though the picture had no real significance, Olivia could help but stare at this one for a really long time. It was the TV in the picture. Something about the TV hit a chord with her. "Eeyore."

"What?"

"I don't know," said Olivia. "Something about that name…really bothered me. Not that it was bad but…it was…just stupid I guess."

Something began to click in both of their minds.

"No wait," said Rachel. "Tell me. What bothered you about 'Eeyore'?"

"It was…something I heard…no…something I was called. And I hated it but…"

"Mom and dad…" said Rachel. "…they laughed! They thought it was funny that…"

Olivia eyes widened. "It was you. You kept calling me 'Eeyore' for months, because I called you…"

"'Tigger'." Rachel smiled. "You called me 'Tigger'!"

Without even thinking, Rachel reached out and held Olivia's hand. The words just came out of Olivia's mouth without even thinking as if she knew what to say and could do no wrong by them.

She then got up and went over to Rachel's side. Without throwing up, without panic or confusion, she could recall the little toddler she used to chase after on the sunny Florida beach…and then would attempt to bury in a giant pile. She knew of the girl's fondness for pink from the little frilly dresses she wore, to the bed that occupied the other side of her bedroom.

What Olivia didn't realize was as she was getting lost in her own memories, she was shaking and crying…in the midst of a rebirth of her former self.

"Rachel?"

Rachel smile went wide and she was struggling to hold herself back. "Livvy." Finally, she broke and wrapped her arms around her. "Oh my god…"

When Peter finally came in he was stunned by what he saw. The two girls were crying as they tightly embraced each other. He could barely tell the two of them apart.

They truly were sisters.

And with that, Peter walked away and returned to his hotel.