Somewhere Else, Or Maybe Some Other Time
Because “sometimes the world we have is not the world we want…”
Olivia: Good, we’ll be right there. (to Walter) They found Peter.
Walter: Son, are you alright?
Peter: My head feels like a watermelon, after you’ve played with it… but, yes, Walter, I’m okay. Who else got hurt?
Walter: Olivia found a girl in the warehouse. She’d been shot, but she’ll be fine.
Faux: (gun out in frustration) It’s been a really, really long day and I just want to get some sleep.
Liv: But they killed him-
Faux: I know.
Liv: They murdered our Lincoln.
Faux: We’ll find them. Tomorrow.