Five leaves Marah's room after she finally got to sleep. Walking down into the living room he see's his other brothers as they reconvene to talk about Vanya.

"No sign of Vanya." Five states, though he never really looked. "She's not in any of the rooms."

"She's not downstairs, either." says Diego. 

There's a second of silence before Diego breaks it, walking out of the room. "Well, I'm out."

"Wait." Klaus states, making a failed attempt to stop his brother. "Wait. Wait."

"Where are you going?" asks Five, not wanting to be there any longer, just wanting to go lay back down next to Marah. "Vanya is still out there, and so are Hazel and Cha-Cha."

"I know. I'm gonna get my things and then get outta here." states Diego, going to walk out of the room. "I got some unfinished business with those fools."

Diego walks out of the room, heading towards his room. Five and Klaus are left standing in the living room. Just as Five goes to leave, he stops himself and turns towards Klaus, already regretting what he's going to ask his junky brother.

"Hey, did Dad say anything about the apocalypse when you spoke to him?" asks Five, looking up to his brother to get an answer. "Any clues as to how it happened."

"No. No clues. Truly terrific shave." Klaus mumbles the last part more to himself than his younger brother. "But no clues."

"Jeez." breaths out Five, starting to walk away.

"You know, come to think of it," states Klaus, stopping Five midstep leading him to think he's talking of the apocalypse. "he did mention something about my potential, and how I've barely even scratched the surface of my..."

"How did he know about the apocalypse?" asks Five, more to himself than Klaus.

"I don't know, but listen." states Klaus, not picking up on his brothers obvious annoyance with what they are talking about. "This whole jumping through time thing of yours, how did...how did you know how to do that?"

"I didn't. You'd realize that if you were actually sober." Five snaps at Klaus, heading towards the stairs to head back up to Marah, not realizing she's on the stairs listening in to the conversation, albeit sleepily.

"Hey, I am sober. I've been sober for two... almost two days now." explains Klaus, proud of how far he's come.

"Yeah, two days." scoffs Five, not believing him.

"Feels like 45 years." mumbles Klaus, pulling at his skin.

"Who are you kidding, Klaus? I've seen you fidgeting all day." states Five, angrily.

"Well, I guess you are both fighting your addictions, then." yawns out Marah, now moving into the conversation.

"I'm not an addict." scoffs Five, more towards Klaus than Marah.

"Yea, you are." replies Klaus, as Five grabs onto Marah's hand to stop him from strangling one of their brothers. "You're addicted to a drug called the apocalypse."

"You're wrong." spits Five.

"First sign. Denial." whispers Marah.

"Whose side are you on?" asks Five, with a small smile on his face.

"Yours. I'm just stating the facts." mumbles Marah, hugging on to Five.

"You and I, we're not the same." states Five, moving his finger between him and Klaus, to emphasize his point.

"I've seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn't know who they are without their high anymore." Klaus replies lazily. "Even with a good distraction. Trust me. You gotta just let it go."

Five takes out the eye and throws it against the wall, the three siblings watch as it smashes and shatters on the ground.

"And she's not a distraction." grunts Five.

"Figuratively, but yeah, that works too." mumbles Klaus, not listening to Five's last point.

Five and Marah walk away and into the living room and towards the bar, leaving a newly sober Klaus in the foyer. "One day at a time." whispers Klaus to himself.

We walk towards the bar, where I get behind it to start making margaritas in celebration of stopping the apocalypse.

"How'd you sleep Rosie?" I ask, grabbing the ingredients needed.

"Well enough." she shrugs. I frown, not liking her answer. "It would have been better had you still been there when I woke up. But, I did get to talk to Diego before he rushed out of the house talking of Hazel and Cha-Cha."

"Sorry about that, love." I mutter, not realizing the pet name I let slip.

"It's okay. Did you find Vanya?" she asks, looking at me curiously with a small smile on her face.

"No. But we will, soon, hopefully." I state, starting the blender. "Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse."

"Yeah. I think this means that we have to be normal teens now." Marah states, with a slight laugh at the end.

"I don't know. But I'm open to suggestions for what we do." I say, pouring the mix into two glasses and adding straws and little umbrellas.

I sit down to start sipping my drink when there's a knock on the door.

"I'll get it, love." I say, grabbing my margarita and heading towards the door with a small smile on my face.

My smile disappears when I open the door and find Hazel standing there with a gun pointed towards me. I put on a bored expression.

"Hey, old-timer." greets Hazel.

"Do you have my sister? And... if not, would you like a margarita?" I ask bored.

I leave the door open and walk back towards the living room, I hear footsteps behind me a few seconds later, letting me know that he's following me.

I make it back to the bar to see Marah already half way done with her drink and a slight flush to her cheeks. I sit back down as Hazel walks into the room, gun still pointed towards me and now also Marah.

"You here to kill us?" Marah asks, not even looking towards Hazel.

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, old habits." apologizes Hazel. As soon as he puts the gun away, my nerves are settled more, knowing Marah isn't in any more danger. "Well, I can understand  why you might feel that way, you know.."

"Well, you attacked our house, tried to kill my family, and kidnapped my brother and girlfriend." I say, looking over to see Marah's cheeks ever more red as she continues to sip her drink, turning her head away from me and Hazel.

"Well, there's not much I can do about the past. I'm not the only killer in this room." Hazel mentions, not acknowledging what I said about Marah. "You got your own bloody history, pal. Speaking of which, that job you did in Calhoun, that shit's legendary. Can't believe I'm actually sittin' here talkin' to you, after all..."

"Hazel, why are you here?" I ask, cutting him off from his small fan girling. I look over to Marah seeing her raised brow and the smirk on her face, knowing I'm not gonna hear the end of this ever.