As soon as Five was gone, time continued again. Klaus and Diego still ran into Hazel and Cha Cha, and Luther pulled me behind him.

"Good God!" yells Klaus, holding his head as he stumbles out of the damaged ice cream truck. "Oh! Ow!"

Luther starts to yells, "Five!"

I see Hazel and Cha Cha stand back up. I smack Luther to get his attention to point towards them. Once he sees them, he looks back at the briefcase.

Luther holds the briefcase up, as I run towards Diego and Klaus. "Come get it!" yells Luther, throwing the briefcase as far as he can.

"Come on. Come on." says Klaus, helping Diego out of the van who is holding his arm.

Once I get over there, I grab onto Diego's other side to help Klaus. "Wait. My shoes hurts." says Diego, causing me to roll my eyes. "

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" asks Diego.

We make it back over to Luther at the car. "Get in the car."

I get into the front seat, while Luther shoves Klaus and Diego into the backseat. Luther gets into the car and speeds off, leaving two pissed off assassins.

"Luther, go! Go!" yells Klaus, turning around to flip off Hazel and Cha Cha. "Whoo!"

A few hours after Luther, Marah, Klaus, and Diego got back to the academy, Luther has called a family meeting.

When they got back, Klaus went to sleep, dreaming of his time in Vietnam and with Dave.

Diego, began sharpening his knives after getting his arm in a sling, having a fractured collarbone from the crash with Klaus.

Luther, went to the living room to figure out what Five mean't with the apocalypse.

Marah, got changed into a black bomber jacket, black cropped mock neck short sleeve shirt, black cargo pants, and black and white air forces. After changing, she walks into Five's room with her notebook in hand, sitting on his bed and begins to write.

Luther walks into Klaus's room, seeing him awake and staring blankly at a wall. "Oh, good. You're up."

Luther and Klaus walk into Five's room, where Marah is sitting on his bed while writing in her notebook. "We need to talk." says Luther.

"No, we don't." says Marah, without looking at two of her brothers. 

"You, me, and the others. So meet me in the living room. Like now-ish." says Luther, walking out of the room without waiting for Marah's answer.

"Yeah, that sounds like a real rager, but my schedule's already chock-full." says Klaus, leaning over his sister's shoulder to see what she's writing. Once Marah realizes this, she slams her notebook shut and stands up and walks away.

"Yeah, no time for that." says Luther, not bothering to turn around. "The worlds ending in three days."

A few minutes later, everyone is in the living room. Excluding, Five, Vanya, Pogo, Grace, and of course Reginald Hargreeves.

"Three days?" asks Allison, confused.

"That's what Five said." says Luther, standing near the bar with a coffee in his hand.

"The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it." says  Klaus, paying more attention to what is happening around him. "He just left out the part about how soon."

"But can we trust him?" questions Allison. "I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's been a little..." Allison whistles, while twirling her hand around her head.

"Our little psycho." chuckles Klaus, paying attention to his sister's reaction to the comment.

"He was pretty convincing." says Luther, bringing the attention back on to him. "If he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse, those lunatics wouldn't be chasing him."

"That's why they were after him?" asks Diego, his temper rising at the knowledge that Patch never had to die.

"Yeah." says Luther quickly.

"What did Five even see?" asks Allison.

"Uh..... Apparently," says Luther, looking anywhere but at his siblings. "we all fought together against whoever was responsible."

Luther attempts to change the subject. Key word, attempts. "Okay. So, here's the plan. Uh, we go through Dad's research--"

Allison interrupts Luther's poor attempt at changing the subject. "Wait, what?"

"Hold on, hold on." says Diego, speaking up from behind the bar.

"Wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick." starts Klaus, shutting everyone up. "What actually happened the first time around?"

"Yeah, Number One. What really happened?" asks Marah, speaking for the first time since Five left.

"Yeah. What are you not telling us?" asks Diego.

"Come on, big boy, spit it out." says Klaus, now sitting upright in his seat.

Luther brings his coffee up to his mouth in order to hide what he's about to say. "We died."

"What was that?" asks Allison, wanting him to repeat to make sure she heard correctly.

"I said, uh, we died." Luther coughs out.

The room goes quiet, each Umbrella Academy member  thinking over the thought of their imminent death. 

Meanwhile, with Five at the Commission.

The Handler and Number Five are walking through the parking lot of the Commission main building. "I must admit, Number Five, in all the time that I've been here, I've never met anyone quite like you." says the Handler, as they walk towards the building.

Both the Handler and Five stand in the foyer of the Commission, as employees walk all around them.

"Hazel and Cha Cha, for example, are talented, certainly, but..." says the Handler, as she and Five start walking up the stairs. "they can't see the big picture. Your spunk, your enterprising spirit, well, it reminds me a great deal of myself, if.... I may be so vainglorious."

As Five and the Handler continue walking, Five stays silent, checking his surroundings to find his best way out as the Handler continues to talk. "If things work out for you here, you could potentially make a fine successor, Five."

"I'd like to discuss the logistics of my family's safety at your earliest convenience." Five says, before continuing with his other demands. "As well as this body replacement."

"Such chutpaz." says the Handler. "It's refreshing, I'll admit. Slow down, Five. All in good time. In fact, now that you've agreed to work with us, we've got all the time in the world."

The Handler and Five pass by the briefcase room, with Five's gaze lingering on the briefcase's, but not for the reason the Handler thinks.

"The Commission works in support of a delicate balance between the time line of events and mankind's free will." The Handler notices Five lingering gaze. "The briefcase is no longer part of your kit, Five. Free your mind. You're management now. One of us."

The Handler shows Five around the management floor. "All the people on this floor are case managers, each one responsible for one major event at a time."

"So many of them." says Five softly.

"Impressive, isn't it?" asks the Handler, gauging Five's reaction. "Being part of something... so grand. Come along."

The Handler shows Five to another room of case managers. "Whenever someone chooses the wrong path and the time line is changed, the Commission gets a report from a field agent on the ground. These field reports are sorted and assigned to a case manager. They determine if anyone needs to be.... removed from the equation to assure that their event happens as it should. Based on that determination, the case manager sends instructions via pneumatic tube to.... temporal assassins, like you formerly were, Number Five. Any queries so far?"

"Yeah." says Five, turning towards the Handler. "Who was the case manager handling me?"

"Ah. You mean the apocalypse." says the Handler, walking her and Five towards the room of the case manager handling Five.

Walking into the room, the Handler leads Five over to a tall dark skinned woman in clothing that looks to be from the nineteen fifties. "Five, meet Dot."

"Oh, hi." says Dot, overly happy.

"Dot is responsible for all the apocalypse matters." says the Handler, putting her hand on Dot's shoulder. "In fact, it was Dot here who first flagged your appearance in twenty nineteen."

"No hard feelings." apologizes Dot.

"Well, you certainly put us through the ringer." the Handler moves her hand from on Dot's shoulder to now being on Five's shoulder. "Outsmarting two of our so-called best temporal assassins."

The Handler raises her voice, to emphasize her next statement. "If that doesn't spell LEADERSHIP material.... I just don't know."

As everyone around them goes back to typing out their cases, the Handler shows Five to his desk. "I suspect... you like a challenge, Five. Which is why I've given you a particularly complex first case. It's too bad Joseph Spah decided against sabotaging the fuel tank. It would've been so much easier."

"Anyhoo....if you have any questions...I'll be right behind you." says the Handler, pointing to the space behind Five.