"Harold Jenkins?" questions Allison. Marah continues glancing towards me, her eyes going towards my side, noticing my discomfort on that side.

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" asks Diego, looking over Allison's shoulder towards me.

"I don't know...yet." I say, causing my siblings to look at me. "But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."

I look around at all my siblings and Marah. They're all looking at me as if I'm crazy and Marah just seems concerned. I reach for her hand to steady myself as I feel myself start to sway a little. She doesn't say anything, just holds my hand a little tighter.

"How is he connected to what's going to happen?" asks Luther, wanting to know everything so he can be Number One.

"I don't know." I state casually.

"Wait, so you just know his name?" asks Allison. 

"That's it?" asks Diego skeptically.

"That's enough." answers Marah confidently.

"There's probably dozens of Jenkinses." says Diego quickly.

"Well, we just better start looking, then." I say, wanting to just leave.

"I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here?" states Allison, questioning what I say. "I mean, how do you know all of this about what's his name?"

"Harold Jenkins." reminds Marah.

"You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?" I ask, reminding them and myself of what happened that led to Marah and Klaus's kidnapping.

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys." Klaus says, sounding out of it.

"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk." Diego says, reminding me of how I wasn't there to stop Hazel and Cha Cha from taking Marah.

"Yeah. Them. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth." I say, moving my hand from Marah's to around her waist to help stay up right.

"The Temps what?" asks Allison, confused with what I'm saying, as usual.

"My former employer." I say.

"They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen... happens." explains Marah, causing all of us to be confused with how she knows that.

I stop looking at her confused, and turn back towards everyone to explain some more.

"They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days." I say, allowing everyone to know where I went after our failed attempt to meet with Hazel and Cha Cha. "So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics."

"'Protect Harold Jenkins.'" whispers Marah, drawing our attention towards her. "So he must be responsible for the apocalypse, right?"

My siblings erupt into chaos, throwing question after question at me.

"What do you mean protect time and space?" asks Allison.

"Where is this Hazel, Five?" asks Diego.

"My skin is on fire." whispers Klaus.

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" questions Allison.

I grimace, feeling the bullet wound start to hurt some more. Marah catches on and moves closer towards me to help me stay upright, as our siblings question everything I say.

"You know what else is insane?" I ask, tired of all the questions. "I look like a 13-year-old boy, Marah was in literal Hell for years, Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everyone with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been."

"He's got a point there." says Marah and Klaus at the same time.

"We didn't choose this life, we're just living it." I say, lowering my voice. Looking at Marah, not wanting to imagine her dead in the next couple of days. "For the next three days, anyway."

"But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died." states Allison, reminding all of us of the original outcome. "Why is this time any different? Why shouldn't I go home to my daughter?"

"Because this time I'm here. We have the name of the man responsible." I say, trying to lighten their spirits slightly. "Guys, we actually have a chance of saving the lives of billions of people."

"Including Claire." says Marah, trying to convince Allison.

Our sister looks at her, her eyes softening at the mention of her daughters name. "You know her name?"

"We do, and we'd like to live long enough to meet her." I say, softening my voice slightly.

"All right." says Allison convinced. "Let's get this bastard."

"You had me at Gerald Jenkins." says Diego, messing up the name.

"Harold Jenkins." corrects Marah.

"Whatever, I've already lost two people this week, I'm not losing anyone else." Diego states, starting to walk towards me so we can leave.

"Yeah, you go. I'm gonna stay and go through dad's files." Luther states, trying to make sure we all know he went to the moon, again. "I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon."

Diego, like the rest of us gets mad that Luther is making the end of the world about him and dad. "Seriously? Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and dad?"

"No. 'Watch for threats.' That's what he told me." explains Luther, as if that'll change our minds about his idea. "You think that's a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow."

"No we should all stick together." says Allison, trying to calm the situation.

"We don't have time for this." I sigh, grabbing Marah and starting to walk out of the door.

"Let's roll. I know where we can find this asshole. Klaus, you're with me." Diego states, me, Marah, and Allison waiting for him to go to the door so we can leave.

"Yeah, I...I'm good." stutters Klaus. "I think I'll, uh...I think I'll pass, I'm...feeling a little under the weather, so, uh..."

Me, Diego, Marah, and Allison drive to the police station with me and Marah in the back, Diego driving, and Allison in the front seat.

"I know this Jenkins dude has to have a record." states Diego. "We gotta get our hands on this file."

"And your plan is to what?" asks Allison. "Waltz in there and just ask for it."

"I know the station like the back of my hand, sis." Diego fires back.

I tune out the rest of their conversation as Marah leans her head on my chest. Even though I'm still injured from my fight with the Handler, it's nice to have her laying on my chest, after all these years. 

"Plan?" I say, my  voice is a little quieter than normal, causing my siblings to look back and see Marah asleep. That being the reason I'm talking quieter. "I'm just gonna blink in and get the file."

"No, that's not..." states Diego. "You don't know that ins and outs of this place, okay?"

"I literally just did this yesterday." I tell them. "My yesterday, not your yesterday. It'll take me two seconds. Why don't I just go?"

"Listen to me. You're not going in there." says Diego. "For one, our sister is asleep on you and you wouldn't want to wake her, would you?"

I nod my head, knowing he has a point.

"And two, I made a call." Diego states, taking the role of leader in this conversation. "That's what a leader does. He leads."

Diego gets out of the car and heading to meet his 'contact'. Allison sees a payphone and heads over to it. Marah wakes up and stops me from leaving the car.

"What happened?" she asks quietly.

"Nothing, just..." I stammer, not wanting to say anything. "It's nothing."

I open the door and get out of the car, holding my hand out for her to grab. She knows I'm not going to talk about it so she leaves it alone, allowing me to walk with her over towards Allison, so we can wait for Diego.