I watched as Five began pacing the room, deep in thought. The repeated motion was started to make me feel dizzy so I had to look away.

"Of course Dad would be involved in the assignation," Diego stated. "I should've known."

"No, you're jumping to conclusions," Five said. He finally paused his pacing.

"Then, what the hell else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?" Diego exclaimed. He was face to face with Five, his tone becoming louder and filled with more rage with each word he spoke. I knew that he had a deep hatred towards his Father, but I was starting to think that his sudden anger had to do with something—or someone—else.

I leaned against the wall behind me and crossed my arms over my chest. My eyes stared above at the ceiling. All of the loud noises and commotion was giving me a bad headache due to the concussion that I am probably suffering from.

"It doesn't look good, I admit," Five started.

Diego cut in again though. "No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing."

"Easy, Diego," Five said as if his brother was losing his mind. "Seriously."

Diego shook his head. "No, it makes sense," he exclaimed in realization. "This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop Dad from killing the president."

"Diego, calm down, alright?" Five sighed. I could tell he was starting to become irritated by Diego's proclamations. "Dad was no Boy-Scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing."

"How would you know?" Diego asked. "You skipped out on his golden years." My eyes instantly averted from the staring at the ceiling to look at Five and Diego.

"Skipped out?" Five repeated. He narrowed his eyes at his brother. "You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for forty-five years. You know what? We don't have the time for this right now." Although Five dropped the subject and dismissed his brother, I knew that he was upset about what Diego had said and thought. It was kind of a low blow, even for him. "Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I hate timelines," I muttered. Five caught my quiet comment and sent me a questioning look. "We'll talk about it later," I said with a shrug. He just nodded.

"Dallas is a big place," Diego stated. "We need to find him first." I perked up with an idea. I phased through the wall and walked back to the room where we had all reunited. I remembered seeing a small bookshelf on the side of the room. My eyes wandered over the titles on each spine until I pulled out a book with the label 'Greater Dallas.' Then, I phased back through the walls and into the room where Diego and Five were still standing.

Five smirked. "Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses." I tossed the book into the table that stood in the corner of the room. Diego jumped slightly and turned around. "Lexa, you read my mind." I sent him a smug wink as the three of us gathered around the book. "Let's start simple. His name."

Diego opened the thick book up to a random page. His brown eyes traveled down the list of names as he spoke to himself, "Hargreeves.. Hargreeves.. Hargreeves.. Shit, nothing here."

"Try his company," Five suggested. "D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co."

Diego appeared almost offended as he met Five's eyes. "Yeah, I know the name," he said in irritation. "Thanks." Five rolled his eyes when Diego went back to searching through pages, while I chuckled softly. "Holy shit. D.S. Umbrella. Eighty-two Olive." The three of us shared the same look. "Let's go."

The three of us walked out of the dark room and into the next. The man was still tied up, struggling to free himself as he tried to get out attention. "He okay to leave here like that?" Diego asked.

Five replied nonchalantly, "Yeah, he's fine. What about the girl?"

We all glanced back to see her chair empty. "Shit," Diego breathed. He walked off in search of Lila.

I walked away too, making my way towards the man who was still tied up. I kind of felt bad that we were leaving him like this in his own home. I pulled out the knife that was tucked into my belt. The man's eyes widened as he began to scream but I shushed. I began cutting the rope that was tied around his wrists and the moved to his ankles. "Please don't hit me in the head with a bat the next time we meet," I said kindly. "Although I understand that you were just scared and defending yourself, I'm almost positive that you gave me a pretty bad concussion."

The man pulled the cloth out of his mouth. "T-thank you," he said, slightly surprised that I had freed him. "I won't.. Sorry about that. I'm Elliot by the way."

I sent him a small smile. "Alexa. Nice to meet you." After I shook his hand, I wandered back over to Five who had been watching.

"He hit you with a bat?" Five asked. His eyes were narrowed at Elliot.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "It's okay," I assured him. "All's forgiven." Five chuckled softly and shook his head.

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Diego stopped the car in front of Reginald Hargreeves' umbrella company. It was a very large building that stood in the darkness of the night, looking like a haunted house almost.

"This is it," Five said as he got out of the car. I pushed open the door and followed him to the front of the building.

"D.S. Umbrella," Diego sighed. "This is it." He sounded a bit upset to be here. I think he really just disliked the idea of anything relating to his adoptive father. "You okay?" Diego and I both glanced back at Five, who was stood a few steps behind us.

"Yeah, fine," Five replied. I quirked a brow and he offered me a small smile, which was quite rare for him. Something really must have been wrong.

"How long's it been since you've seen the old man?" Diego asked.

"Forty-five year," Five sighed.

Diego pulled out a knife from his pocket and dropped to his knees as he worked on unlocking the door. "That's a trip."

"No kidding," Five said. He leaned against the glass door opposite to the one Diego was trying to open. "You know, when I was out there in the apocalypse, there wasn't a day that I went by where I didn't hear his voice in my head.

"What was he saying?" Diego asked.

Five chuckled sardonically as he spoke, "'I told you so.'" I frowned at his confession. Five had often told me about his times stuck in the apocalypse. Whenever he spoke, his eyes always seemed to look elsewhere as he was deep in thought about the experience. Though he didn't show it, I could tell that those were the worst years of his life. He was alone for so long. I don't think I could ever live through that by myself, but he did just so he could travel back in time to save his family. Everything Five did was for his siblings and I really admired that about him.

Diego scoffed softly. "Well, if Dad's here, he's never met you before, so he can't say 'I told you so'." This was a side of Diego that I hardly ever saw, but I liked when he was caring and supportive of his siblings.

Five shook his head. "I'm sure he'll find a way."

He teleported inside of the building and unlocked the door. Diego dropped his knife when Five held open the entrance. "Right," Diego huffed. "Gotta remember that."

The three of us walked inside the dark building. Five turned on a lamp but it immediately flickered off. "Shit," he sighed.

My brown eyes wandered around the room, but it was barely light enough for me to even see anything. "Is it just me or is this place really creepy?" I asked.

"You're not alone on that thought," Diego commented.

Five nodded in agreement. "Something's not right."

"Guess Dad wasn't much for home decor," Diego said.

"Feels more like a front," Five replied humorously.

Diego's brows furrowed at that. "A front for what?"

"I don't know," Five said.

Diego began wandering off to the door on the opposite side of the room. "Well, I'll take the left," he informed us. "Yell if you two get in trouble."

Five and I split up from Diego and walked through the door on the right. It lead to a long, dim hallway with many different on each side of the two walls. Since the hallway was too narrow to walk side by side, I trailed closely behind Five in fear of someone sneaking up on me. I really hated this place and the bad feeling it gave me.

Five tried opening a door on the left but it was locked. He moved onto the door on the right, which—much to our surprise—it opened. Five flipped the light switch on the wall and the inside of the room lit up. It appeared to be a modern family room with three mannequins sitting on the couch together. My eyes widened at the creepy scene. If there was one thing that freaked me out, it was mannequins.

"What are you up to?" Five spoke quietly to himself.

The lights in the room went out again. I jumped from the abrupt scare and nearly had a heart attack. My nerves were so on edge right now.

Five walked into the room with the mannequins, but paused when he noticed that I stayed out in the hallway. He turned around and met my eyes. "Are you coming?"

I shook my head. "I think I'll stay out here." Five nodded and continued to make his way into the room. I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down, but it was basically useless.

Suddenly, I heard the soft, quick footsteps of someone running nearby. My eyes darted down the hallway but no one was there. I figured that I was so freaked out by this place that I was just hearing things. That thought quickly diminished as soon as I heard that same pitter-patter of footsteps, only closer this time. I immediately gasped and run into the room with Five, making sure to slam the door shut and lock it behind me.

Five turned around and shot me a worried glance. "What happened?" He asked.

My back rested on the door. I felt my heart beating a million miles per second. "I heard someone running in the distance."

"This whole place is empty," Five reasoned with me. "You're probably just hearing things." That was what I thought too, but I was so sure now. Regardless, I nodded in agreement. Maybe I was just hearing things after all.

I turned around and phased my head through the door slowly. I glanced in both directions down the hall, but it was completely empty. With a sigh, I pulled myself back through to the other room and came to the conclusion that it must've just been in my head.

As I walked over to Five, there was another noise that came from nearby. It sounded like metal clattering against something else. Five began to make his way towards the back of the room, where the sound had come from. Slowly, a brown monkey started crawling out from it's hiding spot. Five smiled slightly as he carefully neared the animal. "Hi," he said softly. "Pogo?" The monkey continued to crawl over to Five, who crouched down to the animal's level. "It's alright, little buddy. Pogo, it's good to see you."

I felt my lips pulled upward into a smile as I stared at Pogo. "He's so cute!" I cooed. Then, out of nowhere, Pogo screeched loudly and scratched the side of Five's neck. He screamed in pain and fell to the side from being caught of guard. "I take it back! Not cute!" I exclaimed as I rushed over to Five.

Pogo ran right passed me and jumped out of the window. The glass shattered and fell to the ground below, along with Pogo, who was now scampering away.

Five held onto the bleeding wound on the side of his neck as I helped him stand up. "Diego!" I shouted. Although I had yelled loudly, the man didn't seem to hear.

Five and I began to run back down the halls in an attempt to find him. Eventually, we made it back outside and found Diego's body lying on the wet concrete, bleeding out crimson blood from a stab wound in his chest.