Fringe Division, 7 pm
I’m still in my office, sun is setting down and darkness is coming, not only in metaphorical sense.
Agent Dunham has just leaved the office, and definitely, she doesnt trust me at all.
I cant blame her, I really cant, for what I did, for every times I lied all everybody. I know I was wrong, driven only by revenge, by hybris….. but now it’s different….. it’s time to gather both Fringe division, to brief all, to be ready to face off the enemy.
My side is more tech than the other, so my primary task is give all the help I can: I owe to peter, to our agent Dunham, to other Olivia. Maybe I could mend all my sins……..
And while I’m having a little drop of whisky, suddendly appears in front of me a man that we all know: bald, wearing a dark suit 50’s style, and a fedora hat. In the other side, they call him September, the Observer, but I call him mr. Gemini.
He’s staring at me with a sort of an empty smile, the head tilted to the left, cold like a razor blade.
"Guess you’re not here for a drink, arent you?"
"No, dr. Bishop, I am not!" he mechanically replies, "we need to speak, right now".
"You’re right, we have may questions to explain; start telling me about the cylinder: do you left me intenctionally? For what purpouse? Why me?"
"Dr. Bishop, do you think I have done it on purpouse? Why?"
"Shut the fuck up and stop kidding me!" I yell to him, very upset, hitting my desk very hard. What the hell, I’m loosing control! He still stares at me, but this time is gasping. He seems to not feel any emotion, but now it appears to be quiet scared.
"Dont push me, mr. Gemini, September or what the hell is your real name! I know sometimes of terrible is about to take place. I know your filthy descendants are going to invade our side, and I’ll not waste time listening your stupid tomfoolery! And by the way, I dont now if I can trust you!"
Silence….. he’s still gasping; he takes a deep breath, while is taking off his fedora hat.
"Doctor Bishop, please, listen to me very carefully. I travel back in time to alert you, because I’m not like the filthy part of my people. I saw what they did in the future, and I saw what are they capable of. And I do not agree. I’m watching you, and the other Walter, and Peter since a very long time. For reasons I cannot explain, the boy is important." Now he’s again icy.
"I…. I dont understand, if Peter is important, why you distracted me in 1985? I was so close to find the cure for my son….. You did it intenctionally? After that, the other Walter kidnapped my son, have you any idea how much pain you caused to me and Elizabeth?"
"You’ve been patient over all these years, and patience is the one skill needed above all other. Just like chess!"
"Shhh, Walter, look at me: the art of the game is taking advantage in the aftermath of the opponent’s small victories. And the pivotal piece still in play is the "Bishop": take care of him!"
"What the hell are you talking about? I dont understand, there’s a war incoming, and we speak of chess, and other bullshit? If is a joke, really, it’s not funny! You know the future, TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO; FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!"
" Things are more complicated, Walter, various futures are happening simultaneously, I can tell all of them, but I do not know which one of them will take to pass."
"Funny, feel like I’ve heard it before!"
"Yes, it’s a conversation I had with the other Walter, and you’re both entangled, you’re very similar, even if you dont think so."
"Well, so it’s a useless information?"
"Yes, and no. Uh, listen: I cannot tell you the true path. First of all, I really dont know. And indeed, I’m not supposed to get involved. I can only show you possible paths, but it’s your choice: find the crack!"
"I have it enough, you’re kidding me……"
"Find the crack, Walter, just do it".
I suddendly open my eyes. I’m sweat, and I’m trembling.
What the hell is happened? I’m in my bed, with Elizabeth besides me, and is 4 am. I have a terrible headache, and I feel dazaed and confused…. was only a dream?
By the way, there’s no more time to waste……
I have to speak to both the division.
I really dont know what I have to do, but they have to know.
No more lies.
No more secrets.
It’s time to start to fix.
And I barely hear, in a distance, a bell tolls…..