Peter woke to a commotion. Something was happening. Sitting up, Peter walked over to the door straining to hear what was going on. He heard people rushing around and the frantic beeps of a heart monitor.
Outside of Peter's cell Brandon wheeled an unconscious Olivia into the lab and yelled to his assistant. "Hurry and give her a complete workup. I want to know why she collapsed and if she will be useful for our experiments." The assistant nodded and wheeled Olivia away. Brandon sighed and went over to Peter's cell.
Peter went back to his 'bed' and sat down. He hoped whoever was out there was okay. He never wanted anyone to be harmed because he refused to tell Brandon about his research into Cortexiphan. Suddenly the door banged open and Brandon stormed in.
"Peter." Brandon said as he sat down in a chair in a corner of the room. "It looks as though you may have a cellmate soon. Does that sound fun?"
Peter looked up. "If you think that the threat of hurting someone else will get me to talk then you are wrong."
"Now Peter, do you really think so little of me that I would hurt someone on your behalf. No, this person I won't have to hurt. You see she was already in pain when I found her. Well took her. Would you like to know who it is?"
"Would it matter?"
"I think it would, considering that she is your wife."
Elizabeth Bishop opened her front door. Henrietta came around the corner.
"Grandma, where is my mom?"
Elizabeth looked up. "Etta, your mom had to go to the hospital." But before Elizabeth could finish Etta interrupted.
"Is she okay? What happened? Please can I see her?" Etta began to tear up. "She's the only parent I have left and I can't lose her."
Elizabeth kneeled down and looked Etta in the eyes. "Etta, we don't know what is wrong with your mom. Unfortunately before the doctors could learn anything your mom was taken from her hospital room."
"No, no, you're lying! She can't be gone. She was my only parent left!" Etta fell to the floor in tears. "Please grandma, I need my parents, please."
Elizabeth rushed over and tried to soothe Etta. Slowly Etta cried herself asleep and they sat there, alone in the dark waiting, hoping.
As Faux-Livia sat in bed gazing at her son she had never been happier. Looking up at her three other kids asleep brought such joy to her, joy she never thought she would have. Not after her sister and niece died. Not after Frank left. Not after Lincoln died. But then Lincoln stayed, for her, and she was happy again. Then they were married and they had such beautiful children and she thought she might burst with all the love in her life.
"Liv." Faux-Livia looked up and saw Lincoln enter the room.
"Hey, what took so long. You would think after four kids it would be pretty hard to get lost."
"Liv, I have bad news. Olivia collapsed and was brought to the hospital."
Sitting up more, carefull not to wake up the baby, Faux-Livia knew Lincoln wasn't telling her something. "Lincoln you aren't telling me something. What aren't you telling me?"
"Liv, someone kidnapped Olivia from her hospital room."
