It was Peter's voice that gently stirred her awake. She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she felt was his hand on her face. He was stroking her cheek with his thumb. And then she saw the concerned look in his eyes.

Okay, this is weird, Olivia thought. Why is Peter here looking at me like that, and why am I cold and wet, and where am I, and what just happened, and where was I...

Peter saw her confusion but was extremely happy to see her awake. He smiled remarkably at her and said, "Hey."

"Hey," Olivia managed to answer back with a small voice. She still had yet to move, but she noticed that she was involuntarily shivering and that she was buried underneath Peter's jacket.

"You know, you're getting really good at faking your own death. You can stop doing it now. It's starting to wear me out," Peter quipped as he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Olivia's thoughts were still jumbled. Maybe it was because she was so freaking cold that she couldn't think straight. Peter's smile faded as he realized that her lips were blue and she couldn't stop shivering.

"You don't remember what happened, do you?" he questioned.

Olivia shook her head no.

"Well, for starters, hopefully this teaches you to call for backup first the next time you boldly go after the bad guy single-handedly. You're one tough cookie, Olivia Dunham, but this guy proved to be too much for anyone to handle."

That jogged her memory. "What happened to him?"

"Broyles blew him to pieces. But not soon enough. You fell off the cliff, Olivia. You were in the river for about a half hour before Walter and I found you."

"What?" Olivia was stunned. She turned her head to look at the river. "I don't understand...I don't remember being in the water...it's like I was dreaming or something..."

Olivia noticed that Peter's clothes were soaking wet. "You pulled me out?"

Peter nodded.

All of the sudden Olivia didn't feel so good. A wave of nausea hit, her head hurt like hell, and she was so very cold. She tried to sit up but the motion made her very dizzy. Peter gently pushed her back down. "Just take it easy. Looks like you hit your head on one of the rocks out there. Probably earned yourself another concussion. Walter went to get help."

"Peter, this doesn't make sense," Olivia started to get agitated. "Something isn't right...I don't remember...it's like my accident in New York."

"Hey, calm down, it's okay," Peter grabbed hold of her arms and steadied her. "You've been through a lot in the last six months, and you just took a really big fall."

"No Peter, something else happened to me, I can feel it, I just don't know what."

Olivia's fear was growing. Peter's was too, although he did his best not to show it. It really was amazing that here she was talking to him and still alive after the ordeal she just went through. It made him wonder if there was some truth to what she was saying. After all, they still didn't have a reasonable explanation as to what happened to her in the car accident in New York.

"We'll talk about it later, okay? Right now we need to get you warm. I think hypothermia is setting in." He noted that her coloring was gray, and she still could not stop shivering. "Come here." He lifted her head and shoulders a bit, rested her against his chest, and wrapped his arms around her. He too was cold and he didn't know if what he was doing was helping any. But it felt like the right thing to do.

Silence passed between them for a few minutes as they savored each other's company after such a harrowing event. It was never easy for Olivia to accept help like this from someone, but Peter's friendship had proven to be genuine over the short year that she has known him, and she was grateful for his presence. Olivia said through chattered teeth, "Thanks for saving my life."

Peter smiled and hugged her more tightly. "You'd have done the same for me," he said, as an ambulance finally made an approach.

"No hospital, Peter. Promise me?"

"No dice. Let's see what they have to say first."

Olivia was carefully lifted from Peter's arms by two EMT's and put onto a stretcher. They loaded her into the ambulance so that they could take a good at her injuries. A third EMT approached Peter and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little cold." Peter was given a blanket that he gladly wrapped around his shoulders. He then walked to the back of the ambulance to watch them work on Olivia.

They were firing questions at her one right after the other.

"Do you feel lightheaded?"

"Yes."

"Are you nauseated?"

"Yes."

"Can you feel this?"

"No."

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three?"

"What day is it?"

"Thursday."

One of the attendants rolled up Olivia's sleeve to take her blood pressure and noticed a red mark on her arm. "Did you recently get your flu shot, Agent Dunham?"

"Flu shot? Um, no," Olivia looked at her arm in confusion.

"Well, someone gave you a shot of something," the attendant said.

"That can't be...I don't remember getting a shot..." Olivia looked over at Peter who had a concerned look on his face.

"What do you mean someone gave her a shot? A shot of what? Can you tell how long ago?" Peter questioned.

"The bruising at the injection site looks fairly recent. We can run a blood test to see if anything unusual shows up."

"Yes, do that." Peter insisted. His imagination started going overtime. Did that mind-controlling maniac do something to her...give her something that aided in his control over her?

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a familiar station wagon pull up. Astrid was driving and Walter was in the passenger seat. They got out of the car and headed towards Peter.

"How's she doing?" Astrid asked.

"They haven't said yet. But she's awake and alert." Peter answered.

"I brought your duffle bag back from the hotel, Peter. You and Olivia will need dry clothes." Walter handed Peter the bag.

Peter smiled at his father. "You did good, Walter. Thanks."

One of the EMT's came down from the ambulance to give the gang the full report.

"She's got a concussion, but we're scratching our heads by the fact that she only has a mild case of hypothermia given the amount of time you said she was in the water. Typically death from hypothermia occurs after 20 minutes when the water temperature is at or below freezing. But she's responding well to the fluids we are giving her. We're sewing up the gash on her forehead right now. Once we get her temperature up a bit and give her some pain meds, she'll be good to go. So no hospital stay, but someone will need to monitor her closely during the next 24 hours. With that concussion, she'll have a bad headache, and with the pain meds she'll want to sleep. Just make sure to wake her up every four hours or so to prevent her from slipping into unconsciousness."

"Astrid, can you call Broyles and let him know she's okay and that she'll be staying with us," Peter asked.

"Oh how wonderful!" Walter exclaimed. "A slumber party! We'll have strawberry Pop Tarts for breakfast!"