"We should have taken him to the hospital." whispers Allison, as her and Diego place Five on the couch in the living room, with Marah taking Five's head onto her lap.

"A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions." says Diego, looking at his younger sister, who hasn't left Five's side since they got back to the academy.

"Yeah, well so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins attic." mumbles Marah, not looking up from Five.

"He's still losing blood." states Allison, putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, causing Five to groan. "What do we do?"

"We gotta get the shrapnel out." mutters Marah, looking over at Five. "Then I can cauterize the wound and he'll be good as new."

"No, we need to stitch him up Marah." states Allison. Diego walks away, causing both sisters to look at their brother. "Diego, where are you going?"

A few minutes later, Diego and Allison move Five to his room as Marah continues to hold his hand, checking his heartbeat as they go. Grace walks in after them, helping to clean up the wound.

"There's no answer at Vanya's place." states Allison, watching as Grace stitches up Five. "And the receptionist at her music school said she was a no-show for her lessons today."

"Hey, you okay?" asks Allison.

"Yeah." mumbles Diego, watching Grace work on Five. "I don't know, it's just surreal seeing her. I just wanna tell her that I'm s...We don't have time, we gotta go."

"I don't know, Diego." whispers Allison. Looking towards Five and Marah. "Five is laying there unconscious, We need him."

"We can do this ourselves." says Diego, turning away from Five's room.

"We did that already, remember?" reminds Marah, standing next to Allison. "We all ended up dead. Well you guys did, he hasn't said if I've died or not."

"I don't know. I'm just..." stammers Allison. "I'm thinking I should go and see Claire before-"

"You can't run away from this, Allison." states Diego. "That's what started this whole mess in the first place. Luther was right."

Marah and Allison scoff at the same time. "I didn't think I would ever hear you say those words." states Allison.

"Yeah, well...we gotta stick together." says Diego, while heading down the hall.

"Where do we start?" asks Marah, wanting to just do something so she doesn't focus on Five.

"There's no other addresses in the file, but there is another relation listed." states Diego, walking down the hall. "Jenkins grandmother. She lived near Jackpine road."

"You think he took her there?" questions Allison.

"It's good enough to start." mentions Diego.

The three siblings make their way outside, when they hear police sirens. Diego grabs both of his sisters and turns them the opposite way, away from the car.

"Nope. Come on, this way." says Diego, walking away from the incoming cop cars.

"Wait, but the car is back that way." states Allison, pointing towards the direction of the cop cars.

"Trust me, okay? Come on." Diego mumbles.

"Yeah, trust doesn't come so easily to me anymore." mentions Marah, both her siblings not caring to much.

"But, what is going on?" asks Marah.

"They're here for me. Uh..." stammers Diego. "They think I did something."

"What do they think you did?" asks Allison harshly.

"Murder." whispers Diego.

"Did you?" questions Marah, knowing that it's a very likely thing for Diego to be arrested for.

"No, no, no, of course not, okay?" explains Diego. "Why would you ask that about me, anyway?"

"I mean you do carry knives with you everywhere." states Allison.

"Yeah, okay, we're gonna have to split up, okay?" explains Diego, looking at his two sisters. "I'm in charge."

"Since when?" asks Marah, once again being ignored by her two older younger siblings.

"Remember? Vanya needs you." reminds Diego.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay?" mentions Allison, grabbing onto Marah and pulling her away from Diego and towards the car.

Meanwhile with Klaus, who goes on a little trip to the afterlife.

"Hm." hums Klaus, as he sits up in a world that's only black and white, while his shirt is still in full color.

The sound of a bicycle brings his attention to the young girl riding a bike down the road from him. "Oh. Yoo-hoo!" Exclaims Klaus.

"Hello." says the girl in a monotone voice. "Almost didn't see you there. Keep on riding around here. So pale and all."

Klaus hums in agreement with the young girl.

"They don't have any sun down there?" asks the young girl.

"Down there?" questions a confused Klaus. "Where am I?"

"Where do you think?" asks the young girl. 

"I'm not sure. I'm agnostic, so-" states Klaus, being cut off by the girl on the bicycle.

"Doesn't really matter." says the girl, cutting off Klaus. "You can't stay here."

"Why not?" questions Klaus.

"To be blunt, I don't really like you all that much." admits the young girl. 

Klaus hums in agreement. "Yeah, me neither. But wait a minute. Aren't you supposed to love us all?"

The girl scoffs at that idea. "Where'd you get that idea? I need you so you can pick and choose. And you don't rub me the right way."

"Wait." comments Klaus. "So you...you made us? You made me?"

"Well, I made everything else, so I must've made you." states the girl. "Why? Do you have another idea?"

"Maybe. A couple." mutters Klaus. "I don't know."

"Well, then, keep them to yourself." says the young girl, looking as if she just wants to leave. "Time is flying, so hurry up. He's waiting for you."

"Who is?" asks Klaus, the realization coming to him a moment later. "Dave."

Klaus runs in the direction the girl pointed, yelling out Dave's name as he did. He makes it all the way to a barber shop.

He opens the door, a bell ringing above the door. The radio plays old timey music. "Dave?" questions Klaus.

Klaus sits in a chair, waiting for 'Dave' to come out. He sits for another couple of seconds when a towel is placed on his face and the chair he's in is turned towards the mirror. "Oh. Oh. Oh! Oh yeah." exclaims Klaus. "That feels so nice."

The towel is removed from his face, revealing not Dave, but his father. "What in God's name took you so long?" questions Reginald.

"Dad." mutters Klaus.

"I expected my son who could conjure the dead to have brought me forth days ago." states Reginald.

"Oh. Yeah, well, you see..." stammers Klaus, not really wanting to talk about that situation. "It's complicated. You know, I...I tried. I-" Klaus spits out the shaving cream that got in his mouth. "...did, but-"

"You were poisoning yourself." states Reginald.

"Well, what do you expect? You'd just died. I was beside myself with grief." explains Klaus, though he knows it's complete bullshit and his 'father' know's it too.

"Don't dare try to use me as an excuse for your weakness." says Reginald harshly.

"Oh, right, well, yeah, you had nothing to do with it." stammers Klaus. "No you're right, it's irrelevant."

Reginald starts to shave Klaus's face. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Careful, Dad."

"Don't worry. You're already dead." jokes Reginald.

"Oh. Well that's a relief." exclaims Klaus quietly.

"You children like to blame everything on me." says Reginald. "Except for Marah of course, she never blamed me for anything."

"Well, you were a sadistic prick." explains Klaus. "And Marah saw you as a king, of course she never openly blamed you for anything. Not to mention, the world's worst father."

"I just wanted you to live up to your potential." states Reginald. "Especially you. You're my greatest disappointment, Number Four. You only scratched the surface of what you're truly capable of. If only you'd focused."

"Wait, wait, wait. What...What potential?" asks Klaus, intrigued with what his father has to say.

"No, instead, you pump yourself full of poison because you're afraid." states Reginald.

"Afraid of what? The dark?" jokes Klaus. "You know, I suggest you get down off your high horse there, dear Pop. You never had our best interests at heart. Look at your precious Number One. Luther found all the unopened letters he'd sent you. He knows that you sent him up to the moon for no reason."

"That was rather foolish of me." Reginald thinks out loud. "I should have burned it all."

Klaus laughs. "That's your takeaway? Oh, wow. Yeah, course it is."

"Not an ideal solution, I confess. But I knew that the world would soon need him, need all of you, and I had to do what was necessary. Is he okay?" admits Reginald. "Did Marah ever come back, she's one of the keys to all of your problems?"

"Do you care?" asks Klaus. "And yes, your precious daughter is back, making trouble again with your dear old Number Five. Though she doesn't use those powers of hers. I think she's scared."

"Everything I did, everything I put you through, it was to prepare you, all of you, for something bigger than yourselves." explains Reginald. "Marah must overcome her fear, before her fear takes over. Her emotions are her most dangerous weapon, and yet that weapon is currently pointing towards her."

"You never understood that." continues Reginald.

"We were..." stammers Klaus. "We were just kids. Little kids."

"You were never just kids." states Reginald. "You were meant to save the world."

"Wait, wait." questions Klaus. "So you knew...knew all about this? About the apocalypse?"

"I knew that I had to bring you all back together, one way or another." explains Reginald. "The fate of the world depended on it."

"Wh-What? What are you saying?" asks Klaus.

"The only way to get you all back together was something...momentous." explains Reginald.

"Wait. You- No." gasps Klaus, figuring out what Reginald is trying to say. "You don't mean... You killed yourself?"

"Mm." hums Reginald.

"Oh, Christ, you could never do things the easy way, could you?" questions Klaus. "You couldn't have picked up a phone?"

"Would you have answered?" retorts Reginald. Klaus hums at that idea, knowing he wouldn't have answered. "Now, listen to me Number Four. What I'm about to say is of great import-"

Klaus sees his hand start to disappear and hear the techno music from the rager he was just in.