After speaking with Ben and Klaus, all I see is black. Everywhere I look, It's all black. I try to scream for help, I run in all directions, but there's never any light. I soon sit on the floor, just pressing my head to the ground as I stare at the dark ceiling. 

I sit there for who know's how long before I hear a voice.

"Rosie. I don't... I don't know if you can hear me. God I kind of hope you can't if I'm being honest." says the muffled voice. "I need you to know something. I feel things, for you. Now I realize that that sounds weird and you probably only see me as a brother, because who am I kidding, it's weird if you see me as anything but. But, I just need you to know how I feel.

"When I was in the apocalypse, I always thought of you. I always thought of how you were doing, wondering if you were living your life, if you were able to become famous like you planned. If you had escaped Reginald. You clouded my mind when I wasn't trying to get out of there. You were consuming my emotions.

"Which I find funny, because emotions are never black and white; they're more like symptoms. I lose my breath every time you enter a room, my heart beats faster when you walk by, my skin tingles when you stand close enough to feel your breath."

As soon as their voice fades, I look around to see light entering the dark room that I'm in. I can't move my head, or my hands, as if I'm being restricted. I can feel warmth in my hand that isn't mine. 

I can feel the cold of the room, as if I'm laying on a table with just one of those flimsy hospital gowns on. As soon as I get feeling back into my body, I groan, feeling my abdomen constrict with the pain from breathing.

The memories come rushing back as I lay there. Allison, Vanya, the violin bow, the fire, Harold, Vanya's powers. 

I open my eyes suddenly, having to blink in order to get my bearings as it's bright from the lights shining down on me. I move my head towards my hand, where I see Five's hand in mine as he sits there staring at me. I groan again feeling pain shoot up through me.

"Hi." I say weakly, my throat raw.

"Hi." Five smiles slightly, handing me a glass a water.

I thank him, grabbing the water and attempting to sit up to drink it. Only to fall back to the bed from the pain from where I got shot.

"Son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill him." I grumble out, as Five laughs slightly beside me as he holds me up so I can drink the water.

"What happened out there?" asks Five softly, I feel his thumb rubbing circles over my hand.

"We went to talk to Vanya about Harold and then we remembered something and everything went bad." I state, remembering what happened back at the cabin. "Where is Allison? Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she is." Five says, moving his head to a bed on the other side of the room. "Why don't we go get you into some comfy clothes so you can sleep some more."

"Is she gonna live?" I ask quietly, knowing what Vanya did.

"Yea, Mom fixed her up." Five says, helping me off the bed. He holds onto me as I sway, not used to my legs not working. "Why don't I just blink us there."

"Yeah, good idea." I say softly, wrapping my arms around his neck as he grabs onto my waist to keep me close to him, before he blinks us to my room.

I walk slowly to my closet and grab an oversized light grey-blue crew neck, one of my white collard shirts, a white pleated skirt, long white socks, and white air force ones. I make my way to the bathroom and change before walking back out of the bathroom.

"I don't need to sleep. We need to stop the apocalypse." I state ready to walk out of the room, with Five's help.

"Fine. But you need to stay back and not strain yourself too much." Five says seriously.

"Done." I state.

We walk down the stairs and to the living room, where I sit down on the couch with Five pacing in front of me and Diego and Klaus sitting across from me.

"How you feeling little one?" asks Diego.

"I'm alive. That's all I can ask for." I say, looking at Klaus, hoping he'll keep my secret for now.

"The bastard that nearly killed our sisters are still out there, with Vanya." says Diego, getting down to business now that he knows I'm okay. "We need to go after her."

"Vanya is not important." says Five, not meaning for it to come out that way.

"Hey, that's your sister. That's a little heartless, even for you, Five." says Diego, not catching the fact that Five just said it wrong.

"I'm not saying I don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us." says Five, who stopped pacing. "Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

"I agree. Let's go." me and Diego say at the same time. 

"You guys and girl, count me out." says Klaus quietly. "I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It's just... I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for a newly-sober me, so..."

"You're coming." states Diego, harshly.

I stand up, with the help of Five as Diego and Klaus continue to fight.

"No, no, no." answers Klaus. "I mean, I think we can all agree that my power's... I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

"At least you don't need help to walk." I say quietly, only getting the attention of Five.

"Klaus, get up." says Five, losing his patince.

"You can't make me." says Klaus, acting like the child that he is.

Diego sighs, taking out one of his knives from it's holsters and flinging it so that it lands in between Klaus's legs on the couch.

I laugh at Klaus's reaction, causing pain to shoot through my stomach making me groan.

We walk out of the house and towards the car, Five getting in the back with me as Diego drives and Klaus sulks in the passenger seat. I lean my head against Five's shoulder and close my eyes and listen to the sound of the engine and Five's breathing as it lulls me to sleep.