To hear the truth, however difficult it may be, is something that Olivia always appreciates. The truth is efficient, while lies lead to complications.

She wrings her hands together. A nervous tick translated from the storm of thoughts now coursing through her mind. Does time really stop? If not, then what? What will happen to Peter? Her world?

"Is it true what they say, about time stopping," she pauses, clenching her jaw, "How certain is it?"