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Walter was confused, but that was nothing new. He was actually quite used to it at this point. As long as he wasn't in that damn asylum, then he could deal with the confusion. This time though, he suspected he felt more concern than usual because whatever had just happened to him would've confused even the sanest of people. Needless to say, this made him a little more... anxious. His first thought was that maybe he'd accidentally found another thin spot to the parallel universe and stumbled over without really realizing it, but he quickly dismissed it knowing that it's much to complex a procedure to just stumble into like that. Well, that and he hadn't been on a tropical island before, he'd been at Peter's grave. The alternate world might have its differences, but there was nothing that drastic. At least not that he'd found.
Turning around in his spot, his worry began to grow as he couldn't see anyone or anything familiar. "Um, hello?" he called out shakily. "Peter? Olivia?" He stopped turning, but started to feel more distress. "Oh dear, this is not good," he muttered to himself. If he was in the safety of his lab, maybe he could figure this out, but not here, not like this. "Oh, what am I going to do."
Before he managed to send himself into a complete state of panic, Walter looked around again. This time he noticed what looked like some sort of hotel. "They have to have a telephone, maybe I can call Peter," he said, continuing to talk to himself, hoping he could remember his son's phone number. If he could get a hold of Peter, or get back to the lab, maybe he could figure out where he was. It was a very pretty place, but that didn't mean he didn't want to figure out what was going on. Insane or not, he was still a scientist. Besides, this could be another piece of the puzzle. Maybe this was all organized by ZFT, maybe it was another plan of Bell's. Maybe Bell was even here!
As his mind started to move faster and faster through all the possibilities, he walked towards the hotel, muttering softly to himself and wishing he had some peanut butter.
Turning around in his spot, his worry began to grow as he couldn't see anyone or anything familiar. "Um, hello?" he called out shakily. "Peter? Olivia?" He stopped turning, but started to feel more distress. "Oh dear, this is not good," he muttered to himself. If he was in the safety of his lab, maybe he could figure this out, but not here, not like this. "Oh, what am I going to do."
Before he managed to send himself into a complete state of panic, Walter looked around again. This time he noticed what looked like some sort of hotel. "They have to have a telephone, maybe I can call Peter," he said, continuing to talk to himself, hoping he could remember his son's phone number. If he could get a hold of Peter, or get back to the lab, maybe he could figure out where he was. It was a very pretty place, but that didn't mean he didn't want to figure out what was going on. Insane or not, he was still a scientist. Besides, this could be another piece of the puzzle. Maybe this was all organized by ZFT, maybe it was another plan of Bell's. Maybe Bell was even here!
As his mind started to move faster and faster through all the possibilities, he walked towards the hotel, muttering softly to himself and wishing he had some peanut butter.