"Beautiful, isn't it?" Fei states, looking at the Umbrellas. After the incident with Viktor and Allison, everyone went downstairs, excluding Viktor, to finally get a look at the Kugelblitz.

"Oh, wow." Diego scoffs, slightly unimpressed. "That's what took Stanley."

"Along with a few other billion people." Sloane mentions.

"Yeah, who I didn't know and don't care about." Diego retorts.

" Right. So it's all about you." Fei scoffs, annoyed with Diego's behavior.

"All of us are irrelevant. This thing's gonna takethe whole damn universe." Five states, down with all the fighting. Marah stands next to him, looking at the Kugelblitz with a sense of awe. 

"What is it made of?" Marah asks, speaking up after having been pulled away from the Kugelblitz by Five.

"Micro black holes collapsingat increasingly short intervals." Sloane answers.

"Why aren't we getting sucked inside?" Five asks.

"We don't know." Sloane responds. "You shouldn't exist here,and neither should this."

"An impossibilityfor an impossibility. The universe is a sucker for balance." Five mutters, a scoff comes from Marah at that idea.

"Grace has been tracking the waves.Next one is due in three hours." Fei speaks up, not wanting to be around the Umbrellas anymore.

"All right, so what do we do?" Luther asks, wanting to be apart of the group.

" We trap it." Sloane answers, a smile on her face.

"Dyson sphere?" Five and Marah question at the same time.

"Yeah." Sloane responds, smiling at the couple.

Five clicks his tongue, grabbing Marah's hand and rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand, answering Sloane. "Okay. Confinement factor?"

"0.98 at peak energy flux." Sloane says.

"Tensile strength?" Five asks.

"UTS ceilingof 10,000 gigapascals." Sloane says.

"Should I be finding this hot?" Luther whispers, or so he thought.

"No!" the siblings all yell.

"What do you think, Five?" Allison asks, just wanting to leave. 

"Could work. Or we could all die horribly. I'm in." Five states, earning a pinch to the arm from Marah at his statement about dying.

"You're not the one we need." Fei answers.

"Excuse you?" Marah questions, confused on who they need.

"For this to work,we need Sloane, Lila, Christopher, and--" Fei starts, not wanting to say the other name in case a fight breaks out.

"Viktor. Of course." Allison scoffs.

While everyone figures out who's going to talk to Viktor, Marah goes up to her old room to change. She walks in, seeing Viktor laying on her bed with tears rolling down his face, headphones over his ears.

"What... Whatever it is you came to say, I'm not coming down to help if Allison's still there." Viktor states, sitting up from the bed and removing the headphones, believing that Marah came up just to convince her to go downstairs.

"Just came to change my clothes." Marah answers, walking to her closet she looks for some new clothes. "Have you been waiting for someoneto come chase after you this whole time?"

Viktor turns his head away, trying to hide the tears and hurt look on his face. "Wow!" Marah chuckles, her attitude showing, one that her and her brother Ben share. "That's so embarrassing."

"Well, it's official. Our Marah was better." Viktor states, hoping this gets under her skin.

"So I'm told. But didn't she disappear for years on end, and then disappear again." Marah states, trying to come off not as mean but also knowing she's not an Umbrella, hell, she's not even a Sparrow anymore. "You know, people say we have egos,but you're the real messy bitches. Letting the world burnbecause you're angry at your sister? Outstanding."

"That's not what I'm doing." Viktor bites back. Marah turns back to her closet, grabbing her tan long sleeve mock neck top, brown plaid shirt, and brown wide leg slacks. She grabs her black heeled boots and walks back out the closet.

"Don't care." Marah responds, grabbing some of her jewelry from her vanity. "Won't matter much longer anyway. In a few days,we'll all be, uh, Kugel-toast. And I guessHarlan will have died for nothing. Nice work." Marah grabs her clothes and goes to walk out of the room so she can change. "Stop crying on my bedsheets, emo. It's gross."

After Marah left the group to deal with how to get Viktor back, Allison left upstairs, heading for the bar, Lila following shortly after her.

"Just champagne." Allison states, drinking from her glass.

"Absolute wankers." Lila grumbles under her breath, speaking of the Sparrows. "Speaking of wankers, uh... Any inside tipson how to get your stupid brother to accept my apology?"

"People don't want apologies. They want confessions." Allison states, turning around in her seat to face Lila. "They want you to stand thereand list the shitty ways you've hurt them so they know you understand. Unless you're Viktor,in which case nothing's ever good enough."

"Yeah. That was a bit exciting." Lila chuckles softly, hoping to lighten the room a little. "Um, how do you feel about all of..."

"Fine." Allison states, not wanting to talk about it.

"I prefer the hoppy bitternessof a good Guinness." Lila states, drinking some of the champagne.

"You know, I thought killing Harlanwould make me feel better. Or worse." Allison states, hoping that someone will listen and understand. " Jesus, just something. But, it didn't."

"Or maybe you're feeling everythingall at once, and it all just kind of cancels out." Lila states, not really knowing what to say. 

"No, I think I'm finally startingto understand everything." Allison mutters.

"How do you mean?" Lila asks.

"Well, the way I see it,in a few days, we'll all be dead." Allison chuckles, thinking of the other outcome. " Or in some new timeline where Harlanprobably never even existed anyway. It's all bullshit. I mean, none of it... none of it's real. Nothing stays."

"Shit. You've got the spins." Lila mumbles, not wanting to upset her but also not knowing how to comfort her. "Okay, look. Fapping about with time travel,it's a massive head trip, I grant you, but things are still real. They're just moving by so fast, you get dizzy with the changes. It's like figure skaters and their... their triple Salchowdoggy-style... whatever it is, you gotta pick a focus point. Something concrete to lock on to,no matter what changes around you."

"And what if I had one, and I lost her?" Allison sighs.

"Then find another one. Or you'll fall down." Lila states softly.

Marah walks into the room, having come from her room, she walks into the bar to see Allison and Lila, drinking. "We're ready." 

The three make their way back down to the basement, Viktor standing around the Kugleblitz along with Sloane and Christopher, Lila joining them once they get down there. Marah stands next to Five, his arm around her waist as she's pulled away from the Kugelblitz and into his chest.

"Okay, how do we start?" Viktor asks.

"Have you ever moved a nest of bees?" Sloane asks.

"Not everyone's as weird as you, Slo." Marah speaks up, earning a playful glare from Sloane.

"No, because that's weird." Lila answers.

"You can't just pick it up." Sloane explains. "You have to keep the nest calmwhile you build a box around it, and then you trap it."

Christopher speaks to the group, though only four of them understand what he's saying. 

"One of those black holes insideis vibrating at a different rate." Sloane states.

"I can feel them." Viktor says, disbelief in his voice.

"Good." Fei says, taking charge of organizing how this is going to work. "Whatever happens,don't let them speed up or change, or everything will blow."

"Don't shake the bees, got it." Viktor sighs.

"Lila, when you're ready, do exactly like Viktor." Sloane says, levitating in the air as she starts to shrink the Kugelbitz, Vitkor and Lila keeping it calm.

"Hey, what's she doing?" Luther asks Ben, hoping to get an answer this time.

"Using its own gravity to condense it." Marah answers, knowing Ben won't.

"That's pretty cool, huh?" Fei states, pride in her eyes towards her sister.

Footsteps are heard, Diego and Luther go to see who came down. " You didn't tell meyou were building a prison for God." Grace says, a flame thrower behind her back.

"Mom?" Diego asks quietly.

"You have no right to do that." Grace says.

"We're a little busy here, Grace." Luther states.

"The day of vengeancewas in my heart..." Grace starts.

"What are you talking about?" Diego asks.

"...and my year of redemption hath come." Grace finishes, pulling out the flame thrower and aiming it towards the children, standing around the Kugelblitz.

"Shit!" Diego yells, getting out the way of the flames. 

As Lila, Viktor, Sloane, and Christopher work on the Kugelblitz, the rest of them work on stopping Grace. Marah jumps in, putting a ring of fire around Grace so she can't move from her spot, not being able to do anything else without killing her. Five shares a look with her and blinks to Grace and grabs her, blinking her out of the area and to the foyer.

"Nothing personal, okay." Five whispers, snapping her neck and slowly lowering her to the ground. He takes a minute before blinking back down to Marah.

"Christopher, now!" Sloane yells, now that the Kugelblitz is small enough, Christopher disconnects, and rebuilds around the Kugleblitz, boxing it in.

"Did it work?" Luther asks, grabbing onto Sloane's hand, Marah holding onto Five and everyone else holding their breaths.

"Next Kugelwave in three, two, one." Sloane counts down.

Everyone watches as Christopher lets out a little gas as the Kugel wave passed, a weight lifting off of everyone's shoulders.

Little did they know, this was just the beginning of Project Oblivion.