For the second time since he'd left 2019, Figment panicked. He looked all around the Trans Am, opening up the trunk and searching under every seat, but he couldn't find his watch. He couldn't imagine what could have happened to it. He knew that he'd had it when he arrived in 2010, and he knew that he hadn't taken it off. He must have dropped it somewhere, so if he retraced his steps, he would find it. The time machine couldn't have gone far.

"I don't think it's in the car," Poison concluded as Figment kept digging around underneath the driver's seat.

"I'm just quadruple checking," Figment said calmly, but on the inside, he was terrified. What would he do if he couldn't find his time machine? How would he save Frank?

"Hey Poison, how many comic books do you have in here exactly?" Pepper asked as he looked for Figment's watch under a giant stack of comics.

"Shut up," Poison said. "I bet your car isn't any better."

Figment tuned them out, but he was getting desperate. He had no clue what he was supposed to do. He remembered being here before, but he couldn't remember how he'd gotten his watch back. There had to be a way. He just hadn't thought of it yet.

Meanwhile, Ray Toro was on his way home, singing along to the radio. He drove fast, and as the engines roared, he congratulated himself on a job well done. The video for "Na Na Na" would surely turn out well, and he hadn't gotten any new assignments from the Watch, so now, he could go home, relax, and spend some time with his wife Christa. Already, he was sure that today would be a great day.

He hadn't bothered to take off his jacket, but he didn't mind. It was comfortable, and he liked the design a lot. He was genuinely excited for Danger Days: he was sure the fans would love the concept as much as he did. Sometimes, Gerard's obsession with the album scared him a little bit, but he couldn't deny that the My Chemical Romance lead singer was one of the most creative artists he knew. He almost felt bad about what would happen to Gerard in the future, the twists of fate that were yet to come.

He thought back to when he had met the Gerard from 2019 while they were recording the Black Parade. He had done exactly what he was trained to do, but he never found out what happened to Gerard afterwards. Presumably, Billie had dealt with him in whatever way he saw fit; most likely, he had just sent him back to his own time, like he did with most chrono-criminals. Sometimes, he felt bad about arresting one of his closest friends, but he was sure that he'd done the right thing. He was an Agent of the Watch, after all. It was his job to keep time travelers safe.

Ray put his earpiece in, just to check in with Billie. "Director Armstrong, this is Senior Special Agent Toro," he said. "Do I have any assignments?"

He heard some muffled noises, and then Billie Joe's voice finally cut through. "Ray, Green Day is literally about to go onstage," he said. "Do you really think I care about Watch business right now?"

"I'll take that as a no," Ray said as he took his earpiece out. He looked ahead and kept on driving down the highway, the Los Angeles skyline looming on the horizon.

While Ray drove, Figment paced around the Trans Am, trying to think of a way out. His past selves were only distracting him, with Poison showing off his dance moves, Youngblood and Pepper watching Poison dance, and Revenge sitting in the car and sulking. As far as he was concerned, if he couldn't find the time machine, he only had one option.

He would have to contact the Watch.

It seemed counterintuitive. The Watch wanted nothing more than to send him back to his own time, and if they did that, then he wouldn't be able to save Frank. However, the Watch wouldn't want to leave a time machine in 2010 for anyone to find. They hated that kind of chaos. Besides, Figment knew that they had the resources to look for his time machine. If Billie could track him through time and space, then he could surely find a missing watch. Figment's best shot was to find a sympathetic Watch agent and get them to find his time machine. If they sent him back to 2019 instead, then he would be no worse off than he was now.

The problem was finding an Agent of the Watch who would listen to his plea. His first thought was to call Ray, but he wasn't sure if that would work. They had been in My Chemical Romance together for a long time, and before he'd left 2019, he'd thought that he could trust Ray. Now, he wasn't so sure. Ray had hidden that he was in the Watch from him, and he was the one who had turned him in to Billie. Ray was the reason that he was on the run from the Watch. He wasn't sure that he could ask him for help now.

Billie would be even worse. He would just send him back to his own time without even bothering to find his time machine. Mark Hoppus was useless, and Sheena wouldn't be born for another two hundred years. The more Figment thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't have much of a choice. He could call Ray and hope that he would help him find his time machine, or they could all be stranded here forever.

He stepped away from the Trans Am for a moment, and he took his cell phone out of his pocket. For once, he actually had reception. He took a deep breath and dialed Ray's number, desperately hoping that his crazy plan might actually work.

Ray had just pulled into his driveway when his phone rang. He saw that it was Gerard, and he picked up. "Hey Gerard," he said. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," Gerard said.

"Of course," Ray said. "What is it?"

"I lost my time machine," Gerard said. "Can you help me find it?"

Ray froze for a moment. Gerard wasn't supposed to know about time travel, not unless he was a licensed traveler. "Give me a second," Ray said as he opened the door. "Time travel, Gerard? You must be going crazy."

"Don't play dumb with me, Ray," Gerard said. "I know who you really are."

Ray ran over to his computer, and he went into the Watch database. He searched through the list of all of the time travelers that had ever existed, all the time travelers that would ever exist, until he found Gerard Way. He confirmed what he had suspected all along: Gerard wouldn't get his time travel license for another seven years.

He wasn't talking to Gerard, or at least, not the Gerard he knew.

"You're not from this time, are you?" Ray said.

"I'm from 2019," Gerard said.

This was the same Gerard that he'd arrested four years ago. "Why should I help you?" Ray asked him.

"Because you're my friend," Gerard said.

"And you're clearly up to no good."

Ray swore he could hear Gerard's mischievous smile through the phone. "That's even more of a reason to help me," he said. "Listen Ray, I'm not asking for much. I just want to know where my time machine is."

"Fine," Ray said. Even he wasn't sure why he had agreed to this. He told himself that it was only because he couldn't stand the thought of a time machine just lying around in the desert, but maybe he genuinely wanted to help his friend.

He opened up his computer again and looked up Gerard's license number. Then, he put it into another application, one that would tell him where Gerard's time machine was. "I have good news, and I have bad news," Ray told Gerard. "Which one do you want to hear first?"

"I don't care."

"Okay, the good news is that it exists in this time period," Ray said

Ray heard a sigh of relief. "What's the bad news?" Gerard asked.

"The bad news is that it's at Mike Pedicone's house," Ray said.

Gerard stayed silent for a long time. "He must have stolen it from me," he finally said. "We're going to kick him out because of that, by the way. He stole everything from us. Including my time machine, apparently."

"I know, Gerard," Ray said. He had been to the future before. He knew what would happen to Mike Pedicone, and he knew what would happen to MCR too. He still wasn't quite sure how he felt about his band's impending breakup, but he supposed that he would deal with it when the time came.

"But why would he do that?" Gerard asked. "It's not like he can use my time machine."

"He might know how to reprogram it," Ray said. "He might be doing that as we speak."

All of a sudden, Ray knew what he had to do. He wasn't sure what 2019 Gerard was up to, but it couldn't be worse than whatever Mike Pedicone wanted to do with his stolen time machine. He had to find Mike, and he had to get Gerard's watch back.

"I'm going to find your time machine," Ray told Gerard. "Where are you right now?"

"On the side of the 395," Gerard said. "My car broke down."

"Okay," Ray said. "I'll be there soon. See you around, Gerard."

"Bye."

Figment put his cell phone back in his pocket, and he looked out over the desert landscape. He took in the shrubs, the cacti, the endless sand, the mountains in the distance. It was beautiful in its own way, but soon, he'd be gone. Ray would return with his time machine, and they would all be on their way. He turned back to the Trans Am, where Poison and Pepper were chatting, Revenge was still sulking in the backseat, and Youngblood was digging into Poison's comic book collection.

"You know, I'm still proud of The Black Parade, but we could have done it better," Poison said to Pepper. "Maybe more glitter, maybe more spray paint..."

"Maybe more blood?" Revenge suggested.

"Shut up," Poison said.

Figment rolled his eyes. He couldn't wait for all of this to be over. He couldn't wait to leave his past selves behind, go back to 2019, and see Frank again. He couldn't lose sight of his goal. When Ray came back with his time machine, when all of this was said and done, he would have Frank. It was all he ever wanted.