“Olivia Dunham, my wife, was everything to me. When we first met, I was a nomad, moving from place to place, job to job. She gave me a purpose; she taught me to believe in something bigger than myself.”
When we first met, I was a nomad, moving from place to place, job to job. She gave me a purpose. She taught me to believe in something bigger than myself. She taught me to fight. To keep our world safe. And more recently, to keep it from dying. But the truth is we’re all dying. From the moment we’re born, we’re all dying. The universe is unspeakably cruel. Our one hope is that we can find some purpose, some meaning before that last day comes. Some happiness and love. Olivia was all of that to me. There was no one like her. Though I will not cease to fight, now that she’s gone, I’m afraid I’m already lost. That we’re all lost. The world is a darker place w i t h o u t her.
His name is Peter Bishop. He’s a high-school drop-out, IQ at 190, just 50 points north of genius. Misfit, nomad. Hasn’t kept a job longer than two months. He’s been a wild land fireman, cargo pilot and briefly a college chemistry professor. He falsified a degree from MIT. He even managed to get a few papers published before he was found out. Sounds like a massive pain in the ass.
Despite what you think, my universe is not at war with yours. This all began because a man came over here to save a boy, and twenty-five years later, I came back to save that same boy. But if you let me die, then we will strike back and we will fight. But if you let me go, both universes can survive. There must be another way and I promise you I will find it.