On that sweltering day in Baghdad, all Olivia could think about was Dr. Bishop. Who was this man who did all these things? Could he save John? Would he?

The file on the younger Bishop seemed endless. All the things he had done, the places he'd been. An IQ of 190, and a mile-long rap sheet to boot, he was sure to be a problem.

But Olivia was never prepared for this.

When he stepped out of that car and pulled off his sunglasses, her heart skipped a beat. Those eyes.

It made no sense. She was in love with John, she had come all this way to try and save him.

So why did he affect her so? Those ice-blue eyes seemed to pierce her very soul. They were familiar. They seemed to mean something, something important.

She quickly collected her thoughts. She couldn't think like this if she was going to save John. So, with a deep breath, she walked over to him.

"Peter Bishop?"