It had been one thing for Oliver to take off and leave Starling, but it was another to be trapped in some hell version of Los Angeles. Not only that, whatever had a hold on this place had brought Thea and Laurel. Why? What was the purpose of any one of them being there? Asking around did no good because no one had any idea. Someone out there had to know what exactly was going on and the only way to find out that information would be to go out there and find it. And normally he would do just that, but after what happened back home…after failing, he couldn’t do it again…
Oliver had been completely lost in his head that he almost missed the knocking on the door. Who in their right mind would be wandering around at this time of night and why were they knocking on his door? Well, there was only one way to find out. He got up and opened the door; ready for anything that would be behind it. “Laurel?” Maybe not that ready. He hadn’t expected to see her standing there. “Is something wrong?” Not that he wasn’t glad to see her, but normally when someone knocked on the door late at night, it meant something bad happened.