Olivia was imprisoned in a room which she knew so well. She looked around the interrogation room to see what had changed but she couldn't find a thing different. She knew she couldn't make an assumption based on one room, so tried not to analyze anything. Hunched over on a provided bed, she sat there grabbing the edges of it and stared intensely at the two way mirror waiting for Agent Broyles.

Olivia has been in the FBI for as long as she wanted to remember and for all the time that she's worked with Broyles he's only stood on the left side of the interrogation mirror. She stared at the left side of the mirror waiting for him to show and with enough intensity he finally did.

With a tenacious look on his face he walked through the door examining Olivia. She clasped her hands which dangled in between her legs while looking up at him. A staring war commenced between the two; Broyles looked at her to see the similarities between her and the Olivia from over there and she looked at him to see the similarities between Broyles that she knew and the one she is now meeting.

He flattened his powder blue shit before sitting down at the interrogation table. She pursed her lips before getting up and walking to the table herself.

"You claim to be Olivia Dunham from over here, is that correct?"

With attitude she pulled the chair from underneath the table. "I don't claim to be her. I am her. I don't understand what's so difficult to understand about that."

"Well from my understanding the Olivia Dunham from over here died at 11 years old. She died in Walter Bishop's arms so tell me how can you explain that?"

She didn't know what to say because she didn't know what was happening. She belonged here, she absolutely knew it. How can she say that that was far from the truth when she had a witness to her own death? Of course she can debate that Walter was insane and that he couldn't possibly know who is dead and who is alive but that was far from the truth as well.

Then suddenly a voice a reason entered her head.

"A different timeline," she uttered to herself but was audible to Broyles.

"Excuse me?" He asked appalled that she was speaking like Walter was.

"This is a different timeline from mine. When Walter – my Walter, explained how the two universes are able to function he mentioned that there were different timelines for the two universes that we didn't know about. This must be one of them!"

A cleft formed in between his eyebrows as he exhaled. He leaned forward and spoke softly. "You're telling me that through time and space you floated from one timeline to another?"

It felt like chains tied her to the words she had spoken. She willed her eyes to look into his face even though they strained to turn away. Her shoulders defensively ascended as well as her eyebrows as she tried to explain her reasoning. "Not exactly, but yes. I don't know how else to explain all of this."

He stood quiet trying to understand the predicament she was in, but as much as he tried to disconnect himself from this all he felt was more drawn in than usual. Olivia leaned forward and continued to look in his eyes. "In my timeline or wherever I am, you were my superior and you trusted me more than any other agent you had. If I know any better I know that you want to trust me but I need to get back home to my timeline. You're the only one that can make that happen. "

He was trapped in her eyes trying to get away but he knew his instincts were getting the better of him. She looked in his eyes trying to find superior she once knew or at least a friend.

A knock on the door proceeded by its opening from a familiar face gave Olivia joy. "Agent Broyles there's a problem and we need you."

"In a minute, Astrid."

"Sir, I really think you should come right away.

He looks at Olivia from the corner of his eye. "Excuse me."

When he leaves Olivia becomes restless. She needs to do something, something to prove that she is who she is. After the door is secured she walks up to the door and presses her ear against it. She tried to hear but is unable to because of the thick material the door is made of.

She brushes her hair back and paces back and forth trying to think of something. Then she looks at the intercom.

"Okay," she speaks to herself while unhinging the face of the intercom, "Peter taught me these things all the time. So if I remember right this is how it should be done."

She unplugs wires and begins to plug them different spots. With a few trial and errors she begins to hear Astrid's voice.

"How are we supposed to find where Dr. Truss is? After He left Massive Dynamics and divorced his wife no one even heard from him again. He just disappeared into thin air. I mean we found his recent home but no him. We've searched his house but we can't find anything conclusive."

"No one disappears into thin air, Astrid, no matter what anyone says. What is it that we know, Astrid?"

"Well the shape-shifter went into the house, killed the wife and took her form to possibly find information on Massive dynamics. It believed that Dr. Truss had been living there but really it was just Mrs. Truss' boyfriend. Dr. Truss has been gone ever since. In a hidden security box we found Massive Dynamic reports that he had a of cellular replication project he was a part of. It's possible that the shape-shifter was trying to perfect itself. If that is the case then they are already on the move. "

"Uh, you guys there's a problem back in the lab." Olivia's heart fluttered hearing Peters voice. She moved to the small window to see him and continued to listen. "We pulled something from inside them that's really weird."

"Maybe the reason why the shape-shifter needs Dr. Truss, has something to do with what Walter found in the lab." Astrid's eyes looked huge from where Olivia was standing.

"Yeah, I checked with the technology lab downstairs but they don't know what it is."

Olivia walked closer to the intercom and spoke aloud. "They're memory discs. I've seen them before." She walked to the window and continued to speak. "What you're talking about out there are memory discs."

Angry, and confused Broyles walked back into the interrogation room along with Astrid and Peter. "What the hell do you know about shape-shifters?"

"Quite a lot actually," she said confidently sitting in a chair with her hands folded.

"Enlighten me," he said.

"How about telling us about the memory discs first," Astrid chimed in becoming the voice of reason.

"I will ask the questions Junior Agent Farnsworth."

"Sir we've been at this for weeks and we have gotten nowhere. What's the harm in letting him try?"

"You are done, Junior Agent."

"Well, she does have a point. What's the harm in letting me help you?"

"What is it that you're after," Peter asked with an intense cold manner.

"Excuse me," Olivia responded trying hard not to let her intestines out of her mouth.

"You're obviously not doing this out of the kindness of your heart so what is it that you want?"

She thought hard about it until she came up with the only thing that made sense. "All I want is to speak to Walter."

"What? So you can try to corrupt his mind and make him more of a mess than he already is? I refuse to let him come in here and have you destroy everything he's worked for. I won't let you destroy the man that he has become."

"I am sorry for all that has happened. I really am. I sat in the hospital with Walter, thinking he was the man who I had come to know and I realized finally that he is not who I thought he was. Just like you. But now, you need my help and I need his."

He stared into my eyes confused but she had hoped a small piece of him would trust her. She never wanted to do anything to harm him, his family, and the agency no matter where she was. His face softened underneath the surface but had a top layer of stern.

Astrid parted her lips, "Sir. Do you have any other ideas?"

"Sadly, No I do not."