Olivia was driving past the orchards on the edge of Virginia. in the fields, so silent and calm, she almost felt peaceful, but she knew that just a few miles outside these trees, the world was spinning, filled with dangers unbeknown to so many.

Only an hour later, she pulled in front of 1051 Sekunda Park Rd. It was a shop in a strip of other novelty stores. The window displays of old fashioned type writers did not seem out of place among the Vintage costumer's shop and antique book stores. Of course it would be inconspicuous, Olivia thought.

She entered the store and looked around. This store was much nicer than the one in the Broncs. There was dim lighting and the various machines were arranged nicely on red velvet lined shelves.

"Can I help you?" Olivia turned to see an old woman standing a few feet behind her.

"Um… Yes," Olivia stumbled, "I'm looking for a Selectric251."

"Oh, I'm afraid they never made a-"

"I need the 251," Olivia snapped, her patience thin.

The woman frowned, "no one's asked for one of those in almost 5 years." Olivia just glared at her. The old lady sighed, "Fine, follow me," The woman walked over to the counter and opened the register. She pulled a key out of the drawer and held it out to Olivia.

Olivia held her hand out for it and she dropped the key in her hand, "Thank you," Olivia whispered.

Olivia made her way to the back of the shop and found a door that seemed all but forgotten. She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. The room was made of stone walls with no windows and a single industrial light fixture hanging from the ceiling. Dead center in the room was a heavy wooden desk with a black type writer on it and a mirror.

Olivia ran her finger along the edge of the desk. It was immaculate and simple. The type writer looked brand new. No dust came away on Olivia's fingertips. Olivia heaved a deep breath and sat down at the chair in front of the desk, looking up to make sure she'd shut the door and then directing her glance to the type writer.

She wasn't even sure that this would work. With the universes closed off, she was attempting not to get her hopes up, almost certain that this task would fail. She began to type slowly.

Charlie?

There was a long wait, several minutes Olivia sat there just staring at the machine in hope that something would occur. Then a movement in the mirror caught her eye and she would hear the sound of the keys clicking.

Olivia?

The letters clunked out one by one onto the paper. Olivia's breath caught. It was working.

Yes

Our Olivia or…

No

Olivia paused for a second then skipped down a line.

She didn't make it.

There was a pause before his reply.

And the child?

Six years old next month

There was another pause, a long one.

Charlie?

No, it's Lincoln. I can have him here in under ten.

Olivia smiled at the fact that Lincoln still held his authoritative get-it-done persona in a conversation like this.

Thank you

It was seven minutes before another response came.

Liv?

Charlie?

Yes

I'm sorry for what happened to your Olivia

It was the only thing Olivia could think of to say.

It's not your fault

Yes it is

You always did blame yourself for everything. It was something I realized about the time you spent here.

I need answers Charlie

Olivia typed, cutting to the chase.

We were beginning to think you'd never ask

Olivia chuckled softly at his sarcastic nature.

Ask away, Liv

What the Secretary did to me… Did he learn anything from it? Did he get what he wanted out of it?

He did. Before all of a sudden the wormholes started disappearing, slowly. it wasn't until weeks after Olivia crossed that the events stopped.

Do you know what he did to me? To get it?

Not much besides that he wasn't giving you the drugs he said he was. Brandon knows the most, but he was killed in a rebellion against the DOD four and a half years ago.

And the Secretary?

Olivia was wary of this question, but she knew she had to ask it.

He's been trapped in amber since August of 2011. He was captured in the Last Reseal of the War, as we call it over here.

What happened to all the other people in amber?

Thanks to the Amber Resuscitation Act of 2012, The Boston Federal building is the only Quarantine sight left to be cleared. Authorities are debating whether to free Walter with the others and arrest him, or leave him a giant amber monolith and put him in the Smithsonian.

I lost my child to that son of a bitch

Liv…

I don't know what to do anymore Charlie. He's been gone for years, but he's still taking from me, taking everything from me

The type writer cut her off and skipped down a line.

Liv

Yes

Olivia breathed heavily.

You're gonna be fine.

Olivia climbed into her SUV and stared out the window. After a moment of contemplation she pulled out her pad once again and flipped through the sheets, taking a pen out of her shirt pocket, she surveyed the letters.

O A U G E N Y I

R E N B E F O N

She started to write on the pad, working through the letters

YOURE BNEN GEFI

YOURE GONNA BNEEFI

Olivia frowned at the letters with concentration. Then it came to her. She nodded to herself and tried to hold back the tears.

YOURE GONNA BE FINE

Her attempts to hold the tears back failed and they began to well in her eyes. Olivia wiped her hand under her nose and turned away from the pad, looking out the window into the cemetery.

You're gonna be fine

Olivia looked at the four words on the piece of parchment and knew. She had what she needed. She could go home.

Chapter by: Caithrine.

The End

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