I have tried everything that I can think of, everything that I know how to do to get back home, and none of it has worked. Nobody here can help me, but you can. I know you can. Please help me get back home.
There is no scientific explanation, but I have a theory. Based on an uniquely human principle, I believe you could not be fully erased because the people who care about you would not let you go, and you would not let them go. I believe you call it love.
She's your Olivia. I get it. I mean, I don't really get it, that she could suddenly become this other version of herself. Different circumstances I might think that you were drugging her or doing something to her, but -- I don't know if she told you this, but when I first met her I had lost my partner Robert. He and his wife Julie, they had this incredible relationship. The way she looked at him. Olivia looks at you that same way. So why don't we just leave it at that.
I was thinking about that girl Jessica. One encounter with us and her child almost becomes an orphan. We deal with this every day. We're playing odds, Peter. What do you really think our chances are of having a normal life?
Peter
Olivia, I know you're scared about what happened in the lab yesterday.
I don't know what's happening to me, what I'm becoming. I've got this power inside me that terrifies me because I don't understand it, and I just want it out.
Imagine putting a match to a can of lighter fluid. Unless we stop this soon, the sunbeam will essentially set Boston on fire from below. Peter, you should alert Agent Broyles. Tell him he will need to evacuate an area with a radius much wider than a mile.
You know, for the first time, I don't think that it is. I remember being in that lab in Jacksonville with Walter and William and doing the Cortexiphan trials. I remember how it smelled, how I felt, how scared I was, how all alone I was, and now years later nothing's changed. I'm still that little girl and William Bell is still doing experiments on me. I'm still being used.
Peter
No, something has changed: this time you're not alone.
I just figured after everything we've been through in the last couple of days -- the last couple of years -- I thought we deserved a little bit of normal.
I suppose that he was right, the Observer. I every version of the future you had to die, but I never want to lose you again. [they hug, but Peter notices Olivia's apprehension] What? Are you okay? Did the doctor tell you anything else?
There's one in every continent. The air here is too oxygen rich for them. Few more years and the effects will be irreversible, to reduce the non-Observer life span to somewhere around, 45.
Markham is dead. He died a heroes death [picks up a gun] People were sad. He gave a life, saving a bus full of little children. [Peter breaks down the door, as Edward fires a shot to the ceiling. And then Peter grabs the gun] You're alive....
Peter
Where is she?
MMarkham
All of you....
Peter
Where is she?
MMarkham
Why haven't you aged? How did you not age?
Peter
We know you bought her. [Peter notices the amber chunk on the floor that is being used as a table now, with Olivia in it]
MMarkham
I love her. From the first time she came into my book store. I never meant her any harm.
Peter
[pointing the gun at Edward] How did you get her in here? You had to use a dolly or something.
MMarkham
It's not supposed to happen this way. She's supposed to wake up and see me as her saviour, when I figure exactly how to wake her up.
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