She didn't know how she got here; all she cared about was that she was. Her life felt like a dream and she couldn't tell what was real and what was fantasy. The only thing she knew for sure was Peter. She took so long to understand Peter and her relationship that she couldn't stay away from that now. She fought her conscience and fought the rules of fate in order to be who she was with him. The day she stepped into that machine instead of him was the day she lost bodily control.

Through time and space she went, trying to find meaning how to solve what she had to in order to live with Peter in peace. In that journey it came and went like a dream, she had found a way to connect both universes but the answer to it all felt like Déjà vu. She needed to come back to earth, and she needed to find a way. It was like being underwater and reaching her hand out to something that wasn't there. Her body felt light and soft as her hair floated around. She closed her eyes and opened them to realize that she was in a body of water. She can feel the weight of her body slowly coming to a realization and also realizing that she was running out of breath. She flapped her arms and kicked her legs until she reached the surface. She popped up and with wide eyes she gasped for an extended amount of air. She brushed her blonde hair back as she looked around to see where she was. Reiden Lake.

A man on a fishing boat with what seemed to look like his grandson stared at this naked woman popping up from thin air. He covered the eyes of a young boy as she paddled her way to dry land. She laid on her backside breathing heavily trying to get as much deprived air as she could. She laid there until she slowly lost consciousness. Her biggest fear was that she wouldn't be on this earth anymore.

She slowly opened her eyes, realizing there was a different form of scenery. She looked around to find she was in the hospital.

"Ma'am," A nurse politely asked her with a clipboard in her hand.

"Peter," With a dry voice the only words Olivia could possibly say were these. "Get me… Peter…Bishop."

The nurse did so. Olivia didn't know how long she was gone but all she wanted was one thing: To see Peter. Her Job at the FBI, her family, it all didn't matter because she belonged to him as he belonged to her.

A few minutes later, while she looked out the window at New York's amazing skyline she heard a knock on the door. She heard a few pairs of feet walk toward her and within her she felt joy.

"Olivia?" She heard a familiar voice say. She swung around and looked at him. There he was, looking at her with what she can guess as amusement.

"Peter," she said relieved as she walked to him and hugged him.

He hesitated to hug her back with a soft pat on the back. "Olivia, are you okay? Why are you in the hospital on our side? When did you dye your hair Blonde?"

Then she knew that she was not the Olivia that he knew. The smile which conquered her face slowly withered away, so did all of her hope in where she was. Everything looked so familiar and so new that she didn't understand what had gone wrong.

"Peter… I'm Olivia… From Over Here." His face with each word she said gained a confused feature. She looked at him hoping that he would realize that it was her, but when she looked into his eyes she knew that he didn't know who she was.

He stepped back three steps as Walter took four steps forward. He examined her as he walked around her. He put his finger to her cheeks to check her pupils by bringing her cheek down. "I would remember those eyes anywhere."

She smiled thinking there was some hope in the situation. "But there is a problem my dear. My Olivia Dunham has been dead for some time now."

Her heart felt like it had stopped in that moment. Her eyebrows furrowed trying to discover the meaning to all of this, "When did she die?"

"Over two decades ago, I believe. She died when she was 11."

She looked to Peter for some help but he stood silent, avoiding her eyes.

Two policemen came into the room. One stood guard by her as the other hand cuffed her. "I am very sorry, my dear for the discomfort. This is protocol for Agent Broyles."

With no words she went willingly. She was escorted out of the room and with each step she looked at Peter. Daringly. Confidently.

She didn't know how she got here; all she cared about was that she was. Now she had to figure out how to find a way back.

Back to where she belonged.