Me and Allison hop in the car as Diego is taken away by the cops. We drive for a few minutes before it starts to rain. A little later it starts to pour down. I look over to see Allison stuck in her thoughts.

"Ya know, out of all of us..." I start, just talking to myself as Allison is stuck in her head. "I thought it'd be me who went to jail for murder. And it would have been for murdering one of you. Ya'll can be annoying sometimes."

I look over to see Allison crying. I shake her so that she stops pressing on the gas. 'I don't need to go back to Hell this soon. I'm still hiding from Lucifer.'

"Ally. Hey, Allison." I shake her as she looks over at me. "What happened? I lost you there for a second."

"I'm fine. Just...got lost in my head." says Allison, shaking herself out of her thoughts.

"You wanna talk about it?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation going so that we're not stuck in silence. 

"I was just thinking of the last time I saw Claire." Allison sighs.

"I'm sorry about your daughter. I don't know what it's like to have a kid." I say, trying to relate to her. "Unless you count taking care of children souls while in Hell, than yes, I know what it's like to have kids."

"I did something bad to her." Allison states, not looking at me.

"You mean you rumored her." I state, knowing where this is going.

"Yeah. I mean, she was acting out..." explains Allison. "...and I know that that's what every kid is supposed to do at her age, but she wasn't going to sleep. And so I told myself just that once.."

"But it wasn't just once, was it?" I ask, already knowing her answer even after she nods her head. "I would do the same thing if I had kids. If I could have kids." I mumble the last part, hoping she didn't hear it.

"What happened to you? down there?" Allison asks.

"Everything and anything. No amount of torture stopped them from trying to kill me." I state, trying not to remember the horrors. "I wasn't welcome there. But I didn't have enough strength to get back, nor did I know how. So, I hid, and waited to get out. Do you know what it does to your psyche to spend hundreds of years in Hell, as you try to survive?"

"No. I don't." mutters Allison. "Wait...Hundreds? How old are you?" 

"I stopped counting after I hit 150. I think what was more impressive was that I survived hundreds of years without being killed by the devil or by the other demons." I state, smiling at that thought.

Allison looks back at the road, knowing I don't want to continue our conversation. "What's going on with you and Five than?"

"What's going on with you and Luther?" I retort back, not wanting to answer.

"Touche." she mutters. "Humor me, will ya."

"Fine." I mumble. "Me and Five started something before we both left..."

17 years ago

I walk through the halls as my siblings train. My father didn't allow me in on these training's as they were too dangerous. Walking back towards my room, a hand grips my arm pulling me into the room next to me.

I grab the hand that's on my arm and feel my own hand heating up. I touch the strangers hand, hearing them yelp and let go. I turn around only to see that it wasn't a stranger who grabbed me, but Five. I look at the room, seeing that it's Five's room.

"Jesus Christ." yells  Five, though he keeps his voice low. "Rosie, if I wanted to get burned I would have stood out in the sun for the day."

"Yea, well, it was your bright idea to grab me and drag me into your room." I state, making a flower in my hand. "Plus, you know how I do with jump scares. You're lucky  I only burned your hand and not your whole body."

"You couldn't even if you tried." replies Five. "I wanted to talk to you..."

"We are talking." I respond, hoping to make a good joke.

"Time travel." Five states, catching me off guard.

"Time travel?" I repeat. "Am I supposed to know something about that? Cause, last I checked your the one who could bend time to his will and I could bend fire."

"I want to time travel." Five states, elaborating on what he blurted out. "I know I can, but I need your help to do this."

"If it's to convince my dad that you deserve to time travel, then I can't help you Five." I tell him, not wanting to talk about him leaving. "If dad says no, I know you'll go anyway, but you'll be leaving the rest of us here."

"I wouldn't leave you here. I'd take you with me." Five states, his cheeks reddening slightly. "If you'd like to come that is."

I just look at him for a second. 'Leaving the Academy would be great, but Dad is already unstable.'

"Where would we even go? The future? The past?" I ask.

"Anywhere in time." Five states. He grabs my hand and brings it closer to him. "I really don't want to do this alone."

"Then you won't." I state, grabbing his hands as well. "Why would I stay in a place where the only people who like me are our father and you, at times."

"So, you'll go with me?" Five asks, hope filling his voice and his face.

"Of course I will. You're the only person I trust in this house Five." I state. 

"Good, then we leave tonight." Five says, smiling and showing his dimples.

Present Day

"...and so he left that night, not taking me and I ended up in Hell." I state, a sarcastic smile on my face.

"Do you love him?" Allison asks softly.

"Do you love Luther?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation off of me.

"We're not talking about me, 'Rosie'." Allison says, using the nickname Five gave me.

"Maybe I did once." I sigh out. "But I spent such a long time in Hell, that in order to survive I had to get rid of parts of me to save myself. And those emotions may have been a part of it."

We pull up near a restaurant where police are surrounding it. I see a scarf hanging on a post, getting out of the car I jump up to grab it. I grab onto it, knowing who's scarf it is.

"Vanya." Me and Allison say at the same time.

We see a police line and go under it, hoping to get our answers from the cops surrounding us.

"Hey. Pardon me. Hey." yells a cop.

"Oh--" mutters Allison.

"I gotta ask you to stay behind the lines. We had an accident here last night." explains the cop, as if it wasn't obvious.

"A...What kind of accident?" asks Allison.

"Ladies. The line, please." the cop reminds us.

"Okay. Yes, sorry." Allison moves behind the line pulling me with her.

"Got a lot of stuff on the ground, okay? To be wary of." the cop explains.

"What happened?" I ask, hoping he'll tell us.

"That's what we're trying to figure out." the cop says.

"Isn't it like your job, to know who dun it, though?" I ask sarcastically.

"As soon as we do, you'll be able to read it in the newspaper with everybody else." the cop mentions. "So, have a nice day."

"Look, officer, if there is any way.." Allison starts, taking off her sunglasses causing the cop to freak out.

"Holy Shit!" exclaims the cop. "You're Allison Hargreeves? I saw you on tv two nights ago in that Sandra Bullock movie about underpaid teachers that rob a bank."

"Yeah. That's me." mutters Allison, bored with how many times this has happened to her.

"Oh! Wow. Hey." mutters the cop. "If I'm being honest, my wife and I, we prefer you in the romantic comedies.."

"Oh." mumbles Allison.

I walk away before I hear the rest of that conversation, grabbing Vanya's scarf, I go back towards the car to just wait for Allison.