Olivia waited at the pier to meet her. The older woman looked back at her, with familiarity. Although this woman was not her mother, she somehow felt compelled to meet her.

"Olivia?"

"Hello."

The woman embraced her fiercely. Then pulled away. She looked at Olivia more closely.

"Child, you really are not my Olivia."

"No I am not."

"I can see in your eyes, that you miss your mother. Do I remind you of her?"

"Very much...Look. I can't stay long. I have something I want to give you."

Olivia took out a locket. The older woman opened it and saw the photo inside.

"That's my sister and her daughter, Ella. In a sense, she's your granddaughter." The woman caressed the photo.

"Thank you. This means a lot to me. God bless you."

"I have to go. Take care of yourself."

The two embraced again before Olivia left with Frank.

It was night by the time they arrived at Harvard, Charlie was waiting at the lab already.

"You are late."

Charlie handed Olivia a brown paper bag.

"I brought you a change of clothes. It should fit. I assume you two are the same size."

"Thank you, Charlie." Olivia went off to change in the office.

A moment later, there was a clatter coming from the office. Both men rushed over to see what happened. Olivia was on the floor, propped up on one arm. It looked as if she fell trying to put on the pair of jeans. They looked at her quizzically. Olivia felt embarrassed by the attention.

"I must have stood up too fast...blood rushed to my head." Charlie knelt down.

"My guess. You haven't eaten anything solid since you crossed over." Olivia shook her head no.

"I don't have much of an appetite."

"You have one more thing in common with my Liv. She was always forgetting to eat." Frank helped her up.

"Keep up your strength. You are going to need it...By the way, Fringe Division is working on a way to communicate with the other side."

Back over here, Agent Olivia Dunham awoke to a knocking at her door. It was Saturday morning. Nothing changes living in an alternate universe. It had better be important. She got out of the soft bed and shuffled to the entrance. She opened the door and looked down at a little girl staring up at her.

"Hi Aunt Liv, Mom had to go to Atlantic City for the weekend. She just dropped me off. I want to go swimming. Will you take me?" That said, she just walked straight into the kitchen looking for food. Olivia smirked.

"Well. Good morning to you too, Ella..OK. Should be fun."