"OLIVIA!"

She didn't have time to stop and look back before the source of the voice tackled her and the two of them crash-landed into an alley.

The truck that zoomed past them could be heard screeching to a halt.

"Sorry about that," said Peter referring to the scrapes and bruises Olivia got from Peter pushing her to the concrete.

Now the truck was quickly backing in reverse. There was no need to question why.

Peter grabbed Olivia's hand and they hurried down the back alleys. They were gonna have plenty of pursuers now.

After a few blocks of running, the pair knew that they would eventually reach a dead end. It was Olivia who stopped and pulled open the nearest sewer grate she found. The two quickly got in and kept out of sight beginning their journey through the darkened sewer tunnels.

Fortunately they had dried out a long time ago so neither had to submerge in murky waters. But it was dark and Olivia was doing everything she could to mentally will the busted lights of the sewers to come on…

…but nothing.

The pair continued to stumble into each other until Peter stopped.

"Peter, wait."

Olivia wanted to stay and focus on the light.

"I'm not waiting around, Liv. What if they're following us?" Peter could barely see a nearby ladder. "We'll take this ladder up."

"No! I said wait a minute!"

Olivia's frustration echoed throughout the whole sewer tunnel. Her mind felt blank and almost dead. Hard as she tried to even imagine the lights in the sewer coming on…they just would not.

Finally, Peter grabbed Olivia and pulled her all the way to the ladder.

The surface they reached led into an abandoned building…the back kitchen of a former restaurant. Peter looked around to see if there was anything left around that was edible. Not so surprisingly, there was nothing. Peter and Olivia were left to slump down on the kitchen floor in defeat.

"It's over, Peter."

Her voice sounded so meek. It sounded as if she was in despair, which only confused and frightened Peter. "What are you talking about?"

"I've been trying to days, weeks, months to try and find a way back. I've been doing what I was made to do but I can't…I can't even turn on a few light bulbs anymore…I think I lost ability."

Olivia was not one to ever embrace her destiny as a super soldier and yet she felt like a part of her had been lost. She must've used up all of her ability just to fight off William Bell and the CRONUS supercomputer and now she was just another helpless being who couldn't even help Peter.

"We have to consider the scenario here, Peter. We could be spending the rest of our lives here."

He sighed. "I know."

They sat there in silence, holding hands. Olivia felt the burden of guilt on her shoulders for leading the two of them to their doom.

Finally, Peter spoke. "You know, I kinda wished that Walter hadn't found us…when we were kids. I was just starting to like keeping away from the outside world."

Olivia scoffed. "You liked living in a dead person's house and eating garbage scraps?"

Peter laughed. "Hey you didn't mind at all."

"No," Olivia recalled with a faint smile. "I guess I didn't."

"It was good because it was just us. I've been wondering what it could've been like if we had stayed here. We could've grown up together.

"Yeah," said Olivia. "…or we could've become feral children."

Peter laughed. "Hey, I taught you how to read. Give me some credit here."

Looking down at the floor, Olivia noticed a strange glimmer. For a second she had actually thought that her abilities came back. To her disappointment, she realized that it was just the reflection of light in a small shiny object.

Reaching over to pick it up, she found that it was a ring. Inside of the ring were the markings 'W.H. & A.H.'

Peter looked over at the ring curiously and said, "Think we can pawn it off? Get ourselves from bread and some vodka?"

"Peter, this was someone's wedding ring…" She sighed and said "I don't think we can anything for it since it's personalized. But still…" Olivia had decided to pocket the ring. Maybe they could get something for it. After all, the world was crashing down all around them. It didn't help to have a little bit of currency on hand.

~*~*~*~

"What's the latest on Dr. Bishop?"

"I don't know if you would call it the latest," said Astrid. "He's still having trouble dealing with everything."

"We need him to be in top condition to get back to work," said Broyles. "We've given him a few months off and Massive Dynamic is doing everything they can to find another way to access the other reality, but this may take months…even years. Tell him his vacation ends tomorrow."

Astrid sighed and agreed to the task, though she knew that deep down it wasn't going to be easy. There were still Pattern cases to solve and without two of the three geniuses to solve them, some of the cases would not end with satisfactory results. New agents were being trained to work with Walter…even Astrid was gaining more field experience. But it just wasn't the same. She was now practically the only person left who could communicate with Walter or at the very least keep him sane during this difficult time.

"We have to get back to doing Pattern cases tomorrow, Walter."

"But…my son…"

"I know, Walter," Astrid said sympathetically. "I know…but there's nothing we can do for them."

Walter felt a twitch of guilt. He knew that this wouldn't even be a problem if he only had his memory back of how he originally made the device. But that knowledge was permanently gone. He was also still feeling helpless from the words the Observer told him at the restaurant.

But in his mind, the children did NOT belong there. They NEVER belonged there. He remembered seeing those awful marks on his boy…the awful signs of abuse he had endured in the other world. He saved them both. He hated Peter for agreeing to with Olivia on that mission to face their pasts and he hated himself for not being able to stop either of them better.

"I could've done something," said Walter.

"It'll be alright. I think they would want us to get back to work. I think they would want us to keep all the Pattern activity in order here, don't you?"

Walter said nothing and coldly turned away from Astrid. There was truth to what she said. If Peter would here he would probably tell him to stop meddling over a box of Girl Scout cookies and the outrageous prices for a box of Tagalongs and get back to work.

Astrid silently prayed for God to help whatever poor souls would be recruited to replace Peter and Olivia in the Fringe Division from here on out.

~*~*~*~

They both woke to the sound of a bang. Neither of them had to time to think over how stupid it was they had both fallen asleep. And it was far to late to make an escape without being seen.

Peter was the first to react, ready to pull out the gun.

"No. Wait." Olivia lowered his arm. "We'll get them when they don't think we're a threat."

Finally a group of men appeared in the kitchen, armed with guns and flashing lights. Peter and Olivia rose to face them.

"Found two," said one man.

Another man then appeared who oddly enough look liked the first man. Then Peter and Olivia looked around and realized that all the men looked facially the same.

They were clones.

"Squatters aren't allowed in here."

"Trust me," said Peter. "This place is crap. We weren't planning on staying."

The leader nodded to the others. "Search them."

Two of the guards approach Olivia but reflexes kicked in and she had send them both sprawling to the floor. Peter had another guard knocked against a kitchen cabinet.

Olivia pulled out her gun but like magic, more clone guards had swooped in from out of nowhere with guns at hand.

Peter didn't even notice that they were badly outnumbered now as he continued to beat one of the men. Finally, two guards came and held Peter back.

Their guns were then taken away.

"You," the lead guard pointed to Olivia. She looked at the man in defiance. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

Olivia smirked. "Six years in military academy. Four years in Marine Corps."

He laughed. "A militant woman. We rarely have your type around here anymore."

"I hope that's your way of coming on to me," Olivia said.

"Hardly. I'd rather put bullets in both your heads so we can continue clearing out the block. Though you are a Marine, you practically have a free ticket out of this mess don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The Governor is running low on soldiers. They're looking for people with militant or police experience to work the labor camps up north."

Neither Peter nor Olivia like the sounds of that "labor camp". But the good news for them was that none of the guards here seem to acknowledge any of their criminal activity.

"How do we sign up?" Olivia asked. Peter was about to open his mouth in protest but then…

"We'll have an escort take you to the recruiting center to sign some paper and then they'll have a convoy their to take you to your workplace. As for your friend here…" the guard pointed to Peter. "We'll have to kill him."

A few of the guards pointed their guns at Peter. Olivia quickly stepped in. "He's my husband!!!"

The room went silent.

The leader of the guards was instantly suspicious. "Really? You have any proof or identity papers?"

With a magic slip of fingers, Olivia's hand came into full view. There was now a strange gold band on the ring finger.

"Give it here." The guard took the ring off of Olivia and the leader took a close look at the initials. "What's your surname then?"

"It's Hill," said Peter. "I'm…Walter Hill." That was too easy for Peter to come up with on the spot. Finding an alias for Olivia that started with an A wasn't easily but quickly he said "and this is my wife Angela."

The lead guard looked between the two of them for a second and then. "Alright then, you both come with us. Not that you have a choice either way. The days of giving civilians a choice ended long ago. It's either work, labor camp, or death."

The two were escorted out and taken to the center. While Olivia signed the papers with her alias, Peter was more reluctant about the two of them being sent to work in a labor camp…even if they were guaranteed to be move up the ranks.

"Just do it, Pe-…Walter," said Olivia. She whispered in his ear pretending to be a little bit intimate about it infront of the recruiter. "If we gain their trust now, we can sneak out later."

She then gave him a kiss. A kiss that came completely from out of nowhere. Sure Olivia was putting on an act but that didn't stop Peter from going wide-eyed from the shock nor did it allow him to keep his breath steady when it was over.

Eventually he calmed himself down again and though this all over. Peter didn't like any of this but he didn't have much of a choice. The only way for him and Olivia to stay together was to sign those papers.

Not a moment too soon, the pair had boarded the convoy and headed towards the dark unknown…living a lie that could not guarantee their safety.