He wasn't sure, but when the alarm finally sounded from outside, Peter ran back to Olivia. The bed she was lying in was already shifting around from all the shaking. He regrettably had to yank out the IV needles and pull her out of the room and into the hallway. She was confused and in pain. Peter was telling her to get down, and she didn't understand why.

Finally when they got to a safe spot in the hallway, Peter pushed her down and completely shielded her with his own body.

That's when they arrived.

First came the sounds, like a speeding racecar.

Then a loud blast. Glass breaking in the rooms up and down the hall. More loud blasts. They continued to come repeatedly. There was even flashes of blue light.

The shaking was slowly ceasing after a few seconds…

…eventually, the blasts did too.

Still they remained huddled against the wall in the darkened hallway with heavy breaths. Olivia was shaking. It was long before the attack ended and she was unable to calm herself.

"What…the hell was that?"

Peter tried to calm her with a slight rub of the back. "I…I dunno."

Olivia said, "it sounded like a nuclear bomb."

"In this universe?" said Peter. "I'd think they'd be a little more clever than that."

He helped Olivia to her feet and the two stood at the doorway to the room they were just in. The window had been completely blown away as well as much of the surrounding wall. The floor was flooded in broken glass and toppled furniture.

The two were lucky that the hospital itself didn't collapse on them. But now it was no longer safe for them to be there.

They would have to move again.

Peter wheeled Olivia out of the hospital and they both agreed to take a look at whatever it was that caused the explosions. Just about half a mile or so from where they were, they had found it.

They came across the holes, about 10 feet in diameter each. Holes that had no end. Trees and cars were leaning into the hole from the edge.

Peter wanted to get up close to one to see but Olivia pleaded with him not to.

Her instinct was right, as he got a little closer he realized that the trees and cars were being pulled into the holes. He quickly stepped back. These holes had some form of suction and it was determined to absorb everything within and around their perimeters.

Luckily, once the trees on the edges of the holes were completely sucked in, that was that.

The two of them got as far away from the holes as they possibly could and moved on.

"That was the Harvard Medical Center we were in?" asked Olivia.

"Yeah?"

"That means we're in Harvard. Are you thinking…"

"That we should visit the lab?" said Peter. "Why the hell not? I'm sure we'll find the old tank or something to help us with our situation. As long as my father hasn't made a place for himself there, and I mean my real father…the one that was trying to kill us."

The trek across the large campus was not without its setbacks. They had to make their way past the first dead pit they ever saw. The stench was awful, the worst of its kind. The bodies weren't covered up very well but they had deteriorated to looking like rotten banana peels. Because these bodies had been so decomposed for so long, the pile was only 4 feet tall. Rats and maggots were heavily at work picking at the dead.

Both Olivia and Peter had to cover their mouths in order to not breathe the bad air in. Peter tried to get them far away from the dead pit as quickly as he could, but Olivia didn't last. She leaned over the wheelchair and vomited. The worse feeling was the dizziness that came after leaning over to vomit. Peter came in front of her and tried to hold her up.

"Hey…don't pass out on me, alright?"

Olivia mumbled "I…can't…"

"I know. Just hang on, Liv. We're almost there."

The horrid stench and vision of the dead pit was still incased in Olivia's mind, only making her feel sicker with every second. A part of her was begging for death…anything that would put an end to the misery.

"I think this is it," said Peter. The building was covered in dead vines and boarded. It looked similar enough to the Kresge building.

Once Peter carried Olivia inside, it seemed that she was going to hit another wave of nausea but miraculously, she breathed in the air of the abandoned Kresge building. The air was cleaner and safe here, though she still felt a bit dizzy.

They went into the basement and Peter kicked open a door he knew so well in another world.

For a split second, he realized that he should've prepped himself for anything that would've been on the other side…

They entered darkness, nothing.

Peter turned on the nearby light switch. A few lights came on, merely enough to lit the entire lab.

It was dreary. There was nothing but boxes, tarps, a bathtub near the center. The walls were empty. The dust on the floor and the webs on the walls were a sure sign that the lab in this reality had been untouched for many, many years.

"You can put me down," said Olivia. He got her to her feet and let her lean near a column for support. Behind her, the door was left open leading into her own office. There were boxes of files stacked on top of each other and a cot in the corner of that room. She placed on hand on the column and another hand on the rail and looked out at what this place should be.

Right now, in the their own world, Gene would be in his stall in the back corner chewing on his haystacks. Near the center, Astrid would be at her desk doing computer work. Not close by, Walter would be enjoying a box of Junior Mints or Raisinets (or whatever his tastes were calling for) in one while gleefully doing his latest autopsy with the other.

On instinct, Olivia found herself rubbing her head. Her eyes were slowly filling with tears. They were so close, and yet so far from everything they knew…and everyone they loved.

She felt Peter approach her from behind, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, then embracing her.

Peter was the only tether, the only reminder she had left of a safer, better world.

She desperately had to take him in.

~*~*~*~

"What is it, Walter? What's wrong?"

Walter seemed to be staring off into the distance. Astrid had to wave her hand infront of him. "Hello? Walter? What are you staring at? Are you having one of those St. Claire moments again?"

Little did Astrid know that this was NOT in fact one of those St. Claire's moments Walter often would have when he would be thinking about something but was staring off into nothing.

Walter knew was he was looking at.

He was transfixed on a particular spot on the elevated floor of the lab somewhere between the railing and the nearby column.

He felt something…a familiar and comforting something…but so sad and miserable. All of these complex, heightened emotions were coming from that very spot and it seemed to be generated by more than one…"beings" perhaps?

But that was preposterous. Walter Bishop does not believe in ghosts still he couldn't help what he felt…

It almost felt like his son was closer by than he thought.

"Walter! I'm going to eat all of the Teddy Grahams if you don't snap out of it!"

Walter finally blinked and shook his head.

Instead of a quick reaction to the possible threat of his Teddy Grahams, Walter only responded with a sad sounding "oh…I'm terribly sorry. There was just something far too much on my mind."

Astrid was VERY worried by this point. "Are you alright? What was it?"

Walter gave her a sad smile. "Nothing…just my age catching up to me."

She was still not convinced that Walter was alright but what else could she do? "Okay…well you want me to look up those tools that Massive Dynamic might have?"

After a long moment in thought, Walter actually thought of something. "Yes, but if you don't mind helping me write something."

"Write what?"

"I…must write a message to a friend of mine."

"Okay, think this friend of yours is gonna help us find Peter and Olivia?"

Walter wasn't sure himself. But to get Peter back, to have him physically here instead of just a delusional moment in his mind, it was worth trying. Walter walked away from Astrid mumbling, "He just might be our only chance."