Five landed in the alley on a sunny day in November 1963.

He picked himself up and turned towards the portal when he realized he was alone.

"Riley! Hey, Riley!"

The portal disappeared, leaving Five confused in the alley.

What the fuck just happened?

He didn't remember letting go of Riley's hand– he would never do it anyway.

How the fuck could this happen?

He didn't have time to think about it as shots echoed from the street.

The teenager walked towards the street, which was in complete chaos.

Dozens of soldiers ran back and forth, screaming at each other in English or Russian.

Five took a few steps forward and stepped on a newspaper, and immediately worried about the headline.

'SOVIET'S ATTACK US'

"What the hell did we do now?" Five muttered seconds before a tank fired its ammunition behind him.

Using her newfound ability, Vanya stopped and destroyed the ammunition.

A few meters away, Klaus and Luther stood together and Klaus summoned a group of dead soldiers who immediately attacked the still living opponents.

A yellow wall appeared next to the two, seconds before the two were almost hit.

Ben, also summoned by Klaus, stood on a roof of the surrounding houses and helped as best he could.

Allison approached three soldiers and said: "I heard a rumor that I blew your minds."

Diego stood on an overturned car surrounded by a group of soldiers.

He jumped from the car as they began to aim at him and deflected the bullets so that they hit the soldiers.

"Five! You sick son of a bitch, where the hell have you been?"

Five wanted to walked towards his siblings, but someone stopped him.

"If you want to live, come with me," said the man.

"Hazel. What the hell's going on here?"

"There's no time to explain," said Hazel and pointed to the sky. "Those are nukes, old-timers."

"What about my family?" Five wanted to know.

He couldn't abandon her again.

"You can't save 'em if you're dead. Riley included."

Five looked around. He couldn't see Riley, but he knew they were here somewhere.

And Five knew Hazel was right.

The only way to save his family – to save Riley – was to go with Hazel.

He shook Hazel's hand and traveled with the other man's briefcase.

~~~~

The next thing Five knew was, that he was standing in street sometime in the sixties. Well, he guessed it was this decade judging by the clothes and surroundings.

"Okay... what the hell was that?"

"The end of the world, November 25, 1963."

"'63... You know, Hazel, Riley is the history buff of us, but I don't recall there being a nuclear holocaust."

"No shit."

"What about my family?"

"Dead, like everyone else," replied Hazel.

Five took a deep breath and had to remind himself to stay focused.

"And where am I now?"

"Dallas. Same street. Ten days earlier. Plenty of time to restore the timeline and save them," explained Hazel and sat down on a bench.

Ten days? That was doable. He just had to find Riley and his siblings and then–

"So where do we start?" the teenager wanted to know and sat down next to the other man.

"'We?' You're on your own, pal. I'm just here to keep a promise to Agnes."

"Is she...?"

"Dead?"

"Yeah."

"Cancer. Took her quick," reported Hazel. "But we had 20 good years together. I guess forever just wasn't in the cards."

"I'm sorry, Hazel," Five said honestly.

He couldn't imagine how he would feel if Riley...

"What about the Commission?" the teenager changed the subject.

"I quit those assholes, remember? I don't owe 'em the fuzz off my peaches."

"Well then, who the hell are those guys?" Five wanted to know and looked at three men with light blonde hair who were walking towards them.

"Shit," Hazel muttered.

He put the recordings in Five's bag and handed the teenager the briefcase.

"Run!"

Five jumped behind a car and hid there.

He took a look at the briefcase, which unfortunately now had several bullet holes

"How many times did Riley and I say 'bulletproof briefcases'?" Five complained.

Countless of times.

Riley tried to talk to the board of directors… heck even to the founder of the commission one time (Five didn't know about that), but the board didn't listen and the founder wouldn't even talk to them.

Five peeked out from behind the car.

The three unknown men were looking for him. And Hazel, well, unfortunately it was too late for him.

Riley isn't going to like that, Five thought and jumped onto one of the surrounding roofs– leaving the briefcase next to the car.

Five waited a few moments before getting up and jumping back into the small alley.

Rather by chance, he saw someone standing at one of the windows and quickly stepped aside when Five looked in his direction.

The time traveler approached the building and jumped through the back door to an electronics store.

He looked around and went up the stairs, only stopping in front of two doors.

One was a sturdy wooden door and the other looked like an office door.

The glued-on font 'MORTIMER GUSSMAN D.D.S.' hardened this suspicion.

Five knocked on the office door and not a second later a man opened the other door.

He looked down the hallway and then turned to Five.

"What do you want?"

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if–"

The other man closed the door again.

Five had enough and jumped through the room behind the wooden door.

It was a kitchen.

The other man stumbled back in shock. He opened a drawer to grab a knife, but it was the wrong one.

Five stood at the door and watched as the man opened a second drawer and pulled out a butter knife.

"How'd you do that?", he wanted to know and threatened Five with the butter knife.

"Don't really have time to explain."

"You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not."

"CIA? FBI. KGB?"

"Is that fresh?" Five wanted to know and pointed to the coffee pot on the small kitchen table.

He didn't wait for an answer and jumped through the kitchen.

"What..." said the other man and stumbled back again.

Five poured himself a cup of coffee and commented with a small smile: "If you are scared about this you shouldn't see my spouse using their powers."

He walked into the living area and took a sip of his coffee.

"Hmm. This Colombian?" asked Five.

"It's my own blend."

Five nodded and looked around.

He noticed the many articles (about UFO sightings and other stuff) hanging on the wall and the Communication Devices and Radios.

"You ever heard of, Area 51? Roswell?" asked Five.

The other man scoffed and threw the butter knife on the table.

"Hot damn! Whoo! See, I always knew we weren't the only ones. See, Eleanor thought my head wasn't screwed on tight, but... but it's all true, yeah? UFOs, crop circles–"

"Well, the truth is out there."

"No, no, no, no, no. The... The truth, it's... right here in front of us," muttered the older one and walked towards Five.

"Tell me, wh… why is it always an anal probe?"

"Any closer, and I'll melt your brain."

"He needs a little space. Yes. I'll be over here."

He backed away from Five and the teenager continued to look around.

"All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure did. Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in... in the atmosphere. Just waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"For you. For all of you," the man replied.

Five looked at him questioningly and he started to explain.

"It all started in 1960, the year the Silvertone Omega was released. I was in the middle of a sale when something very... strange happened–"

He talked about the first times he saw the blue lights (the portal).

"So, for the past three years, I've witnessed five energy surges in that alleyway out back. Same thing every time. A bright blue light, then something appears."

"Did you get a good look at any of them?" asked Five.

He stopped in front of a board and looked at the photos from his siblings.

"Yeah, the first one. Then the big, sensitive one. And the small one–"

"Small one?"

"Yeah, little kid, kept coming back to the alley, screaming a random number. Uh… Five. Five was it."

"Riley," Five murmured.

"Yeah, the... the kid wasn't the only one. Uh, the others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other. Eventually, they... they stopped."

"Even the small one?" Five asked and the older man nodded.

That didn't sound like Riley. But well, he didn't know how long they had been here.

"Shit. I think I stranded them here."

He took one of the photos of Riley's arrival off the board and turned it over.

He guessed that the other guy had noted when the photos were taken.

April. Seven months... that wasn't too bad, Five told himself and put the photo back up.

"Now listen to me–," the teenager addressed the strange man.

"Elliott. Elliott. My name... My name's Elliott," the man said, backing away again as Five approached him.

"Whatever, all right? I got ten days to find them, especially Riley, and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that."

"You need... my... You know what? I–"

He rummaged through another drawer and pulled out two newspaper articles.

"– I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four."

"Diego."

Five took the two newspaper articles from Elliott.

The second was about a corrupt politician, but Five didn't really care about that.

He was about to ask Elliott why when he handed him the article he read the names of the reporters who wrote the article.

They were a Maggie Adams and someone named Gurton Buster.

"Riley," he murmured, a small smile on his lips.

He would always recognize one of Riley's fake names.

"So then, that's helpful?" Elliott wanted to know.

"You have no idea."

~~~~

Five checked the address a secound time and walked through the front yard to the front door.

He knocked and a few moments later, a young man with brown hair opened the door.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group and I–"

"Aren’t you a bit too old for a youth group?" the other man wanted to know.

"I'm sorry?"

The other man rolled his eyes and opened the door a little wider.

"Listen, you are Five right? Riley told us a lot about you."

Five nodded, glad that Riley seemed to be talking about him sometimes.

"I’m Chip," the other man introduced himself.

Chip let Five into the house.

Since he already made himself a coffee anyway, he offered the teenager one.

Five mumbled a thank you as Chip handed him the cup and the two sat down in the living room.

"The coffee is good," said Five. "Your own brand?"

"Colombian," Chip replied.

They both took a sip of coffee.

"So, you're Riley's boyfriend," Chip said, breaking the silence.

"Husband," Five corrected. "I am Riley's husband."

"Right, sorry. I forgot."

Chip put his cup down.

"And where have you been the last seven months?" asked the brown-haired man, sounding as casual as possible.

Five also put his cup on the coffee table.

"Are you trying to interrogate me?" Five wanted to know, sounding a little amused.

"I don't know. You tell me."

Five scoffed. He was still thinking about how he would answer when the front door opened.

"Chip," both men heard a woman's voice.

Chip cleared his throat before he answered: "In the living room."

Five heard two people walking down the hallway just before a young woman with brown hair entered the living room.

She didn't notice Five at first because her eyes were on her husband.

The second person stopped at the door in surprise.

"Five?"

Five smiled at Riley and got up from the couch.

"Hey there, stranger."

~~~~

After lunch, Diego sat in the common room and tried to make a bracelet– not his idea.

But it wasn't as simple as he thought.

"God, this is stupid," he hissed quietly and threw the bracelet on the table. "I can't."

"For you, maybe," said Lila.

Diego wanted some time to himself, but the crazy woman sat with him whenever she had the chance.

"This will cheer you up."

Lila put her foot on the table and pulled a strip of bacon out of her shoe.

"Bacon."

"Smuggled it out of the lunchroom. Do you want some?"

"No."

Well, more for me, Lila thought. She started eating the bacon while continuing to paint her picture.

"To be honest, I was saving it for your great escape."

"What are you talking about?" Diego wanted to know.

"Just saying, whatever it is you're planning, I can be very resourceful."

"Look, even if I was planning something, and I am not, you would be the last person I would take."

"It's because of the Jell-Os, right? You can have them back," Lila said.

"No, it's not because of the Jell–" Diego paused for a moment. "I'm a lone wolf. I don't run with a pack."

"Perfect. Because I'm somewhat of a lone wolf myself. Well, for the most part. There is one exception," Lila replied and decided to smell the glue.

Diego looked at her, deciding whether to ask what or who this exception was.

But before he could ask, a guard interrupted their conversation.

"Hargreeves, you have a visitor."

"Who?"

"I ain't your secretary."

"Maybe Daddy finally came to say, 'I love you,'" Lila suggested.

"Piss off," said Diego, mocking her English accent.

He got up and followed the guard, leaving Lila, who took the bracelet for herself.