Olivia sat in the darkness. She doesn't know how long she has been in here. Deprived of sight and sound, she cleared her mind and slowly allowed herself to feel completely weightless. All her other senses seemed to heighten.

She heard voices.

"Where is Olivia? Is she OK? I want to see her." It was Peter.

"In due time, son."

Olivia cleared her mind again.

Broyles said the others was able to gain control of their abilities. How? What was her ability?

"Walter, when did I see things from the other side?"
"Twenty-six years ago when you were a little girl. The Cortexiphan Trials. Of the thirty children that William Bell and I experimented on, you were the first with the ability to identify things from the other side. We gave you the ability."
"The first time you saw the other side, you were frightened. Started a fire with your mind."
"It's alright, Olive...Everything's going to be OK."

Olivia kept her eyes closed. It was a defense mechanism. She never told anyone she was afraid of the dark. It was a fear she had to overcome working as an FBI agent. It was what made her strong. Closing her eyes let her imagine being anywhere. She relished these moments. She would recall the happier times. At the park with Ella. Laughing with Rachel over a glass of wine. Something funny Walter said. Peter trying to cheer her up.

She also saw something else when she closes her eyes. At these times, she seemed to go about places she didn't know or interact with people she didn't know. It took her a while to realize that she was seeing through her eyes. Was this some sort of psychic connection between them? It was unlike those she had with John Scott or Nick Lane. She couldn't even tell if the other Olivia was aware of her.

What she saw happen next frightened her even more.

"Peter."

"Olivia."

"Am I glad to see you."

"Where were you? I've been looking all over the place for you."

"They made me an unwilling guest of the Department of Defense."

"Let's get out of here. We are going back to Boston."

"Why?"

"Bell left me a message, telling me where to find a rift back to your world."

"Take me home, Peter."

"Ready? Let's go."

No! Please don't leave me!