The morning sun was slanting in through the windows. Olivia closed the door behind her quietly. Walter and Astrid were not in sight. Peter was at a computer, his back to her as he watched the surveillance footage from last night. The sight of him brought back the dream. She could feel him in her arms. It made her catch her breath. Damn, she needed more sleep. The idea of looking him in the eye made her almost light headed. Defiantly needed more sleep.

As Olivia went down the stairs Gene took note of her and looked her way, with large soft eyes. On Peter's screen Olivia watched the same few seconds of footage running in a loop. The flash when the camera went out, then Sally as she was in the lobby. Olivia turned her attention to the gurney where the girl lay. She was pale and sweating. There was a gleam beneath her eye lashes. Olivia moved closer.

Sally's head turned her way. Her eyes opened. They had a dull drugged look. "He dose that too." It was scarcely a whisper.

"What?" Olivia leaned down to hear.

"Dreams about you." Sally said. "It doesn't scare him."

Unnoticed, Peter came up beside Olivia.

"Hey," he said. "Get some sleep?"

Olivia jerked at the sound of his voice.

"You're jumpy as a cat," Sally said. "Why are you so afraid?"

"What's she talking about?" Peter asked.

Olivia shook her head, forcing the lie. "I don't know." Peter's presents made her uncomfortable.

Sally half closed her eyes, groggy from the drugs. "Don't think it if you don't want me to hear." She trashed weakly, "Yell it in my head, then have a coronary, worrying I might tell him."

"Tell, who?" Peter asked.

Olivia tensed, fearing the next thing that might come out of Sally's mouth.

Sally fixed Peter with her gaze, "You, sweety," she smiled. "If we were someone else, I would kiss you."

Peter looked puzzled. He glanced at Olivia, she avoided his eyes. The memory of the dream was stronger than ever, as if it were being dredged to the surface of her consciousness. It played through her mind with intense clarity. No longer a dream, but a memory. And then it was in the present, happening at that very moment. She felt Peter. Felt the fear.

"It's white." Sally said.

The spell broke. The image in Olivia's mind returned to the realm of dreams. She fond herself as she had been, looking down at Sally. Peter, unmoved at her side. Nothing had happened. She shuttered.

"What's white?" Peter was asking.

"The image on the screen. It turns white. Like a power surge. You don't think that's what it is," tears rolled down her cheek. "I can see me. I don't know why I'm there."

Olivia felt herself relax. The moment had passed, though she could still not trust herself to look at Peter.

"She's right..," he said.

Olivia realized she must have looked concerned, because his smile held a question, "about the tape," he clarified. "I don't think it's a power surge that causes the camera to go blank. The tape itself has been altered."

Then it was as she suspected. Starlight Industries was involved. The level of complication was unwelcome if not unexpected.

"Peter," she said. "Broyles called me into this office this morning. He said Starlight Industries is no longer officially part of this investigation."

Annoyance creased Peter's brow. He didn't like to be reminded of the official shackles he was forced to work under. Or more to the point, work around.

"You and I both know that it is," he said.

She nodded. "We just have to be judicious in our inquiries."

"In other words, don't embarrass the brass." he said contemptuously.

"Walk softly and carry a big stick," Sally interjected.

The familiar words jarred Olivia. There truly were no secrets.

"Always good advice," Peter said.

Sally rolled her head and thrashed against her restraints fitfully, once again consumed by the crippling effects of the drugs being pumped into her blood stream.

"What's wrong?" Peter brushed her forehead, trying to comfort her.

"I can't feel my toes."

"Sally, look at me."

Sally's thrashing become more violent. She muttered incoherently, her eyes rolled back. Olivia recognized the signs. Whatever Walter Bishop was doing to this poor girl was proving to be too much for her system. She was ODing.

Olivia said, "Peter, we need Walter,"

"He went to the cafeteria," Peter was trying to hold the girl still. "Astrid's with him."

Olivia was reaching for her phone when the door opened and Astrid came through carrying a small paper sack.

"Where's Walter," Olivia demanded.

Taken aback Astrid stopped short, then noticed Sally. Her hand went to her mouth. Walter came in behind her.

His face beamed when he spied Olivia. "Olivia, so glad you're here. We have scones. Blueberry. Show her the scones, Aster."

The girl on the table was beginning to shake uncontrollably.

"Walter!" Peter shouted. "She's having a seizure."

"That's not good." Walter came down the stairs and pushed past Peter. He peeled back one of Sally's eye lids. "Bad trip."

Astrid approached the scene slowly, the sack of scones still clutched tightly in her hand. "Is she alright?"

"No," Walter said abruptly. "But she will be. I simply need to adjust the dosage."

Olivia caught a glimpse of the old Walter, cold and in charge.

"Astrid, bring me that syringe." Walter pointed towards a table. "Peter, adjust the IV to three drips per minute."

"Walter, that's more not less." Peter objected. "She's overdosing."

"Just do as I say, Peter."

Peter made no move to comply. The two men locked eyes.

"Why must you always doubt me, son?"

"This is what happens when you let a mad man practice medicine."

Olivia heard the words as if Peter had spoken them, yet his lips never moved. His face revealed that deep anger. Usually so well hidden, now laid bare.

"Confound it, Peter," Walter snarled. "We don't have time for this. I know what I'm doing. "

A long tense moment passed, then without another solution at hand Peter grimly did as he was told. Olivia took his place, holding the girl. Astrid was still standing a little way back, terrified at the sight of Sally's wild convulsing body.

"The syringe," Walter snapped. "Now."

Never taking her eyes off Sally, Astrid complied, handing the syringe to Walter and then quickly withdrawing again. Deftly, Walter found a vein. Whatever the he shot into Sally did it's magic. Instantly she quieted, her body relaxing.

The crisis, it seem had passed. Olivia drew a deep breath and realized she had been holding it. Peter, still angry, moved away. She caught his eye but he closed her out. It was Astrid who put a comforting hand on his arm. She gave him a little smile, which he returned. And in doing so, softened, falling back into his persona. Pretending. He was so damn good at it.

Walter, bent over Sally and checked her vitals. Whatever he found seemed to satisfy him. Under his touch, she stirred. He put a hand on her shoulder then quickly left. The man had no bed side manner.

Olivia leaned close and said, "you're alright, now."

Sally's eyes opened. It was like seeing through a window into an empty room.