In the past few years, the word 'far-fetched' had quickly lost its meaning after encountering case after case of the absurd. The possibility of implanted devices disrupting memories, distorting perceived reality itself, had already been proved possible Olivia's world, where a modern day Jekyll and Mr. Hyde had fed on the dreams of his patients using a brain implant intended to treat insomnia. So when Eames proposed the theory that a device could be the source of their inevitable memory loss, it seemed plausible, and at this point, Olivia is desperate enough to give anything a try, even if that meant working with a man she barely trusted. No, not you, Dr. Wilson.

If anything, their investigation is a small, but direct revolt against the deities by showing that they wouldn't simply sit back and accept the rules of this place. Olivia, at least, was determined to find a way out. She didn't consider it impossible, not when she had already crossed over into another universe-- twice. And the deities? According to her logic, it seems likelier that they were crazed scientists rather than Gods. Putting it that way made them and the City seem far more palatable.

It's early afternoon when Olivia pushes through the glass doors of the hospital and heads into the lobby, vaguely explaining to the receptionist that she's here to meet Dr. Wilson. Crossing her arms, she waits, keeping an eye out for both men.