Exhaustion it seemed was on a sliding scale and Peter felt himself moving to the high end of it. He didn't have another emotional or physical wrestling match in him. Sally was quiet now, sleeping or rather it's drug induced equivalent. Though it felt wrong, he was relieved. She wasn't currently screwing with anyone's head or having a medical emergency. He could for the moment let his guard down. He rubbed his brow, closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. Then Olivia was standing over him. He loved her smile. It softened her lovely face and lit up her eyes. She didn't do it often enough. He smiled back, he didn't feel tired anymore. Life surged in him.

"Hey," he said.

She didn't speak. She leaned down, he felt her breath on his face. This wasn't real. It never was. They kissed. He stood and pulled her close as if he could hold the dream.

"Peter," Olivia's voice seemed to whisper in his ear. It was coming from beyond the dream, dragging him back to reality.

Reluctantly he opened his eyes. She was smiling as in the dream, but she looked tired and stained.

"Sorry to wake you," she said. "You looked so peaceful."

"Anything but," he smiled back. "What's happening?"

"I need to talk to you."

He was still fuzzy. Always happened when he woke too fast, as if his mind was still trapped in the dream. He rubbed his face and sat up straight, willing himself back into reality.

"Broyles told me you went to Starlight Industries this morning."

"I did," he watched her face. Trying to see if he'd stepped on her toes.

"Did you find anything?"

"Everything that was missing last night. A whole lot of security and a very hostile executive. I didn't make it past the lobby."

Olivia nodded. "The front door isn't the only option."

"What's on your mind?"

"That I'm not going to let Starlight Industries stone wall this investigation."

"In that case I suggest you take Sally's advice."

She looked troubled. "Broyles said that to me in his office."

He considered it. "Can't keep anything form our little Sally."

"She does seem to know everything."

"Except for the answers to a few key questions," His eyes burned, he closed them for a moment, "Answers that could save us all a lot of trouble."

"Now where would the fun be in that?" Olivia was smiling again. Full of mischief. "Hey, come with me."

"Olivia?"

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

She took his hand. He knew it wasn't right. Not even close. He followed her. Walter and Astrid were preoccupied with their scones, they didn't notice the two of them crossing the lab. He glanced at Sally. The same, dead to the world. Or was she? Was this some how her doing? Olivia's hand was warm on his. He felt the eagerness in her as she pulled him through the office door. She let go of him long enough to close the blinds, then she was back, wrapping her arms around him, her body pressed close to his.

"It shouldn't be like this," he said. But he didn't pull away. His hands were brushing through her hair.

She was kissing him again and he was kissing her back. He'd fallen into the dream again or had never woken from it.

With her face pressed against his cheek she said. "You love her. Shame, she isn't here."

He pushed her away, "Sally?"

He had that sensation of falling and of waking, suddenly. But the dream remained.

"Why are you doing this?"

The mirage that looked like Olivia said. "At this particular moment, thanks to your father's pharmaceutical skills, it's the only way I can get in."

"You have not right to force this illusion on me."

"This is your dream," she said. "I'm just manipulating it a little bit."

He wanted to wake up. Willed himself to. The dream world refused to yield. So real, every detail as he knew it to be. This was beyond the scope of his unconscious mind. This was Sally. And she wasn't letting him go. He felt the panic that comes with a tightening noose.

"No need to freak out," Sally said. "I'm not doing this for malicious intent."

"What are you doing it for?"

"To help."

"How dose violating my dreams help?" he wasn't hiding his resentment.

"It is a violation. More than you even realize. I know everything about you. Even things you've forgotten." With Olivia's face Sally smiled, it was profoundly sad. "I don't know anything about me. And that also is a violation."

"Are you looking for revenge?"

She considered. "For the time being, I'll be satisfied with recovering what was taken."

"And if that's not possible?"

"I haven't decided, yet."

He became aware of power. It seemed to ripple between them. He'd felt it before, sliding through the darkness in his mind. They had no idea what they were dealing with. Nothing could contain her. Fear rose in him.

Then she looked into his eyes, "Remember this, because Sally can't," even in the dream he felt that irresistible pull. "Eric Harpermen wasn't one of the stage actors."

That was surprisingly not scary. The dream world shifted. He was back at Starlight Industries. Just as it had been last night. He saw the bright, gaudy room. The now familiar woman he knew as Sally, in her self induced stupor. The fern jungle and the security guard. The crowd of unhappy people huddled in a corner. And he saw him. Eric Harpermen. The man who didn't belong.

He walked towards him, getting close enough to see the man's face clearly.

From the center of the room Sally said, "I can almost remember me."

He stopped, looked over at her. She was Olivia, they were in the office once again.

"Who are you, Sally?"

"I'm not supposed to know," she flared angrily.

Peter jerked, coming awake.