The guards were advancing quickly and Peter was about ready to run. But William seemed calm and collected. He opened his jacket. "Nothing to worry about, Peter," he said. "I always come prepared."

And he pulled out a hand grenade.

Peter tried to stop him. It seemed crazy of William to throw a grenade that could kill all of them, let alone Olivia. But it was too late as William pulled the pin and threw it at the advancing men.

Peter and William duck just in time as a huge explosion occurred.

"Now's our chance!" cried William. He pulled Peter up and they both went into the fire. They found them both: Walternate and Olivia. They were lying on the ground alive but unconscious. William picked up Olivia and they quickly fled. On the way Peter saw on the ground the stuff dog that Olivia was carrying and took it with him. William threw one more grenade at the soldiers when things started to pick up again. With the fire distracting everyone, the group managed to get back to their boat, located in a secret tunnel of the island, and make their escape back to the mainland.

…

Olive had a bad dream tonight. When she woke up, she knew she wasn't in her bedroom. Fear of her foreign surroundings kept her immobile and silent. She was lying on a couch in a strange run down apartment with a blanket over her. She smelled like smoke. Her eyes darted all over the placed as she kept herself from moving or even speaking.

She started moaning for her daddy.

Peter went to her side. "Hey, you alright?"

Olivia looked at Peter in confusion. "Where's daddy?"

William and Peter just awkwardly stared at each other. "Um…he wanted you to finish your lesson first. Think you're up to it?"

Olivia nodded. She thought the sooner this got done, the sooner she could go home.

"How about something to eat first?"

Olivia pulled herself out of bed in agreement.

There was sudden knock at the door that caused everyone to freeze. William went up to the door and checked the peephole. "It's alright," he said. "I told her to come."

Peter was confused. Who was this 'her' that he told to come?

The door opened and to his shock, Elizabeth stepped into the apartment carrying a couple of suitcases with her.

"Peter?"

"Mom."

Peter went to hug her. "What are you doing here?"

"William told me everything. Your father…he was going to send me to a mental institution."

William grabbed a small envelope and gave it to Elizabeth. "Your plane ticket. One-way trip to London from Newark. It leaves in a couple of hours."

"Thank you," she said. "I just had to see my children one last time before…"

They heard an unusual sound coming from the living room. All eyes found Olivia suddenly lying on the floor in her own vomit and it looked like she was having a seizure.

"Olivia?"

"Olivia!"

Both Peter and Elizabeth rushed over to Olivia's side. "Help me," she cried.

Elizabeth picked up Olivia's head. "Olivia? Olivia, it's me, dear." She seemed terrified by how sickly pale Olivia was as her pupils had shrunk, almost as if they weren't there.

"Mommy?"

Elizabeth never heard Olivia call her that in years. "Yes, darling. It's me."

"Daddy says you left us."

Elizabeth started to cry and she took the shaking Olivia into her arms and started to cradle her. "No, Olivia. I would never leave you. I'm here now."

"What's happening to her?" asked Peter.

William hurried over to the cabinet and grabbed some pills from a bottle and stuffed it into a piece of bed. "It's a drug reaction." He gave Elizabeth the rolled up piece of bread. "Give her this."

Elizabeth placed the bread up to Olivia's lips. "Come on, Olivia. Please eat." Peter watched as his mother managed to coax Olivia into taking the bread. She was using the gentle familiar voice that he once recognized.

"She has at least a dozen different drugs in her bloodstream," explained William. "There may have been a bad reaction between a few of the compounds."

Peter was feeling sick to his stomach and so was Elizabeth. She was looking helplessly at the woman she had raised from childhood and could barely recognize her in her sickly deteriorated state. "Oh god. What did he do to you?"

After all of these years, she stood by while her husband treated Olivia like a guinea pig who had to be tested on because she came from another universe. But Olivia wasn't an experiment. She was her daughter.

"She's getting better now," said Peter. "She stopped shaking."

"That's good," said William. "Give her a little more time. She'll be in a good shape to take you both back."

Olivia had fallen asleep again, this time in Elizabeth's arms. Peter gave her a stuff dog that she instantly recognized. "This was her favorite." She sadly tucked the toy into Olivia's arms.

"Mom…I…"

"It's alright, Peter," she said. "She needs to go back where she truly belongs…where the both of you belong." Elizabeth took the locket off from around her neck and placed it around Olivia's. She gave her a kiss on her forehead and then went to hug Peter. "Please…look after her for me."

Peter smiled seeing how much Olivia meant to her, how she was able to fill the void left by his disappearance. "Of course I will, mom."

Elizabeth knew she had to leave even though it was all too soon. But knowing they would both be much safer a universe away from her husband, she was finally able to accept letting go. She looked upon her two children one last time before walking out the door.

William and Peter let Olivia rest for a couple more hours until she was fully well and ready.

"How did it feel?" William asked Peter.

"How did what feel?"

"To learn the truth."

"I almost wanted to lose it as bad as Olivia did."

"I understand."

"No," said Peter. "Because if Walter had never taken me from here, then this would've never happened to Olivia. She didn't deserve this."

"The Walter who raised you is a good man, Peter…a man who made mistakes all the same. The two of us both knew there would be great consequences but we could not foresee the certain individuals who would be affected. But this Walter, I have seen do unspeakable things with science. He pushed the boundaries in ways I never thought were possible. But they were all for his own benefit and agenda, no one else's. He would've never cross universes to save a child's life. If Walternate knew of my true origins, we would never see me as human again."

Peter sighed. "What do I now? With Olivia like this…"

"She will recover. It will be a slow, painful, process. But her memories should slowly return within a few months," he said. "I'll give you something to take back with you that will help. Our Walter will have some things as well. I would not underestimate The Secretary's persistence. I would see to Olivia being sent into hiding if at all possible…"

Hearing loud sirens outside, William looked out the window to investigate.

Outside there were police cars and armed trucks bearing the Fringe Division symbol on them.

"They found us," said William.

"What? But how?"

"This apartment complex is a weak spot. They probably picked it up on her radar. Wake Olivia up. You two need to get back now before we're all ambered."

"Ambered?"

Peter hurried over to wake Olivia who was struggling to sleep. "Olivia?"

"I'm too tired."

"I know but we need to do this now." Peter was careful not to sound worried.

"Okay," she yawned.

William went over, "Olive, I want you to sit on the floor and hold Peter's hands." Olivia sat on the floor Indian style with the stuff dog in her lap. Peter did the same and the two of them hold hands.

"Now Olive, I want you to close your eyes and shut yourself of all the senses. Pretend that you hear nothing, that you see nothing."

A crashing noise could be heard and William and Peter knew that the men were now in the building.

"It's so hard."

"I know, Olive. You can do it. Just keep trying."

William looked out the window and saw that the soldiers were outside. He could see within the crowd, the Secretary. They were activating a machine that William could recognize right away.

They were going to amber the entire building.

Peter was beginning to feel light. "It's working," said William. He could see the two adults were slowly fading away. "Peter, don't let go of her. She almost has it."

Smoke was seeping in from under the door to the apartment. William placed himself against the door to slow the process. It was the last thing Peter saw and then he heard an echo…

"Forgive him Peter-er-er-er. Forgive your father-er-er-er…"

The room went dark. The smoke was gone and so was William.

Olivia was still there though and she looked frightened. The apartment did not look like what it did just a minute ago.

"Peter? What happened?"

Peter noticed something sticking to the end of Olivia's hair and pulled some of it off of her. It was sticky gooey amber.

He finally got a good look at the apartment and it looked dilapidated and abandoned. He went over to the window and saw no one out but a few cars driving up and down the street. The buildings across the street looked boarded up as well.

"I think we should get out of here."

Peter opened the door and Olivia was holding his hand very tightly. The entire building was dark. They found the stairs and saw the hallways were run down and full of graffiti.

"Get out of here!"

A homeless man was yelling at them when they got to the ground floor. "This is my squat. I found it first! Get out!"

Quickly Peter pulled Olivia to the front door until the two of them were finally out on the street. Olivia was crying.

"Olivia, it's gonna be okay. Just stick with me, alright? We're almost home."

But Peter started to wonder how long he could keep up this charade with 5-year-old Olivia. He figure it was best to find out where they were first. They eventually found a busier street and Peter managed to flag a taxi. Olivia held onto Peter even as the two of them climbed into the backseat. She still clutched that stuff animal in her other arm.

The taxi driver looked at them oddly but then notice that it was 3am on his clock. This seemed typical for this hour. "Where to?"

"Massive Dynamic."

The taxi driver set his coordinates for Massive Dynamic.

"Hey," Peter asked the taxi driver. "Who's the Secretary of Defense?"

"What is this? 8th grade history? It's Robert Gates. They were just talking about him on the radio yesterday."

"And he's stationed here in New York, right?"

"Oh man, are you from Canada or something? The guy works in D.C. like everyone else."

Peter felt relieved. They were back. They were finally back in the right universe.