The cells were dingy and one of the lightbulbs above her head flickered only adding to Scarlett's irritability. She scoffed and tried to run her fingers through her hair before remembering that it had been pinned back.

"Gee," she muttered, "somebody should teach these guys a thing or two about room service."

Rufus nodded in agreement, muttering his own two-cents. "I'm more curious about when they invent deodorant."

Within the cell not quite across the room, Lucy pleaded with the authorities, "Please, just call the airfield, tell them the Hindenburg's in danger."

The sheriff and the deputy paid no attention, deciding in that moment that they suddenly had something better to do than listen to the prisoners' complaints. Once they had left, Wyatt leaned up against the cell door, analyzing the lock before ultimately giving up.

"Piece-a-crap old lock," he begrudgingly muttered.

"Can you open it?" Lucy asked hopefully.

"Easy, with a hairpin," Wyatt replied, "Which I'm guessing you don't have."

Lucy shook her head. A beat of silence passed before Wyatt violently shook the door in frustration. He slammed his hands against the bars before storming across the cell to lean up against the wall.

Scarlett tried once more to run her fingers through her hair to blow off steam, but the combination of hairspray and bobby-pins kept each curl tight in place. She froze as a lightbulb went off. Cautiously keeping watch of the doorway, she subtly slipped one of the pins from her hair.

It had certainly been a while since she'd used one for this specific situation, and it was clear she was out of practice as she's snapped the first pin trying to turn the tumblers. She swore under her breath as she pulled another pin from her hair and tried again. The others remained oblivious to her efforts as Lucy and Wyatt continued their conversation while Rufus moped in the corner, anxiously muttering what he expected his life to look like trapped in the 30s.

"How soon 'til the Hindenburg leaves?" Wyatt asked.

"Just before dawn, so maybe two hours?" Lucy answered, not quite sure.

"So we rot in here, while all those people die," Wyatt stated and his voice trailed off, "While..."

"Kate dies?" Lucy finished his thought. "What is it about her?"

Wyatt shot her an irritated look, but shook his head. "Nothing."

Lucy scoffed, unconvinced. "Oh, okay, so you're the kind of soldier who just blows off his orders to chase a pretty face?"

"Kate reminds me of my wife, okay?" He retorted with a short temper. However, it only took a second to resign the look of anger and quietly explain, "They even look alike—a little bit."

Lucy softened. "I didn't know you were married."

Wyatt took a breath and swallowed. "Jessica died."

"I'm sorry," Lucy offered her condolences.

"It was my fault. If I could just change that one—" His voice hitched and got caught in his throat. Lucy offered him a look of sympathy as he took another breath and slowly continued to explain, "So when I saw Kate, I just couldn't let her..."

The pain on his face clearly expressed that the conversation wasn't one he started often, nor that he shared it with just anyone. He leaned his head back against the wall, closed his eyes, and his chest heaved as if he was trying to build back his walls. Realizing that might not happen so easily, he stood and walked back to the other side of the cell.

"Shit," Scarlett swore as another pin broke, cutting her finger in the process. She immediately sucked the blood from her finger to help ease the pain, but stopped as she realized the others had turned to stare at her.

"What?" she questioned as she pulled her finger out of her mouth,

"That's a great way to get tetanus," Rufus replied, eyeing her as if she suddenly carried the plague. She rolled her eyes and reached back up into her hair to retrieve her final pin.

"You've had pins this whole time," Wyatt asked incredulously.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "What do you think I've been doing over here?"

"Toss it over," Wyatt instructed.

"I've almost got it," Scarlett refuted the command. "It was rusted shut, but I think I've fixed that problem."

Rufus finally noticed the broken bits of pins littered around the ground. "Uh, how many of those have you gone through?"

"Dunno," she shrugged, trying to focus on picking the lock, "lost count ten minutes ago."

Unfortunately that's when the deputy elected to return. No one noticed until he barked a shout of surprise at the attempted escape. "Hey!"

Scarlett wasn't quick enough to retract her hands, meaning the deputy stole their last chance of escape.

"Great," Rufus muttered.

"I'd have liked to see you do better," Scarlett retorted under her breath.

"Shut your cake holes," the deputy warned before taking a seat at the desk between the two cells. He slipped the pin into the drawer of the desk before inspecting Wyatt's glock and silencer. "What the hell kinda gun is this?"

Lucy shot Wyatt a look that said 'I told you so.'

"I'll get it back," Wyatt quietly insisted.

"I'm waiting," Lucy retorted.

Wyatt opened his mouth, but immediately closed, walking back across the room to lean up against the wall as if that would place distance between the two of them. Ten more minutes of silence passed. It didn't take long for Lucy to notice that Wyatt had been staring at her, more specifically her chest as his eyes drifted. The historian wrinkled her nose in disgust once she noticed and turned to face away from him.

Wyatt's face brightened as if he'd been struck with an idea. He approached Lucy and leaned over, inches from her face, then lowered his voice to whisper in her ear. Scarlett and Rufus were unable to hear what had been said, but Wyatt quickly turned in their direction to get their attention. He indistinctly mouthed something, and as a result, Scarlett and Rufus turned toward one another, lifting their brows in confusion.

'What?' Rufus finally mouthed back.

Wyatt sighed but repeated the action of mouthing more emphatically this time, 'Make. A. Distraction.'

It took a moment, but they finally understood. While Scarlett began to think of some dramatic distraction, Rufus simply cleared his throat to get the guard's attention. "Um. Excuse me, sir? Could I get some water, please?"

The deputy didn't even consider looking in his direction. "Swallow your spit, boy."

Rufus frowned and looked back over at Wyatt who simply encouraged him to try again. Rufus swallowed. Scarlett could clearly tell that he was beginning to freeze up, but he proved her wrong just as she opened her mouth.

"I'm not a boy, actually," Rufus replied. Although hesitant, it was the most daring thing Scarlett could imagine Rufus ever doing. He wasn't exactly known to jump into confrontation willingly. A stark contrast to Scarlett herself who led with her fiery spirit and considered peace as a later option.

The deputy lifted his head from the newspaper he'd been reading, and his eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"You got eyes," Rufus retorted. "You can tell I'm not a child, right? And I'm definitely not your son. So don't call me 'boy'."

The deputy rose from his seat. "I'm not sure you realize where you are, boy."

"Oh, sure I do—" Rufus scoffed, quickly gathering steam as he started a long-winded rant that stunned just about everyone in the room, "I'm in the damn stone age. But man—I hope you live a good long life. Long enough to hear every good modern song ever, watch Michael Jordan dunk! Or see who's President in 2008! 'Cause the future is not on your side, boy!"

There was a beat of silence. The tension between the deputy and Rufus was thick, that is until the deputy revealed a thin-lipped smile and exited the room. Rufus's eyes widened with an alarmed concern. "Um. Where's he going?"

Scarlett chuckled. "I didn't know you had that in you."

Rufus smiled for just a second, before the worried look returned as his gaze drifted toward the doorway. "No, serious. Where did he go?"

Wyatt didn't waste any time to answer the question; instead, he turned his attention toward Lucy. "Take off your bra—"

Lucy looked at him incredulously. "What now?"

"Your modern bra," Wyatt reminded her.

"With underwire," Lucy gasped as she realized what he was implying. She quickly pivoted away from him as she pulled up her blouse to unclasp her bra. Scarlett seemed to be the only one who notices him staring, but Lucy shared her observation as she handed the bra over to Wyatt before rebuttoning her blouse.

Wyatt immediately ripped out the underwire and quickly started to work on picking the lock just as the deputy returned with the sheriff in tow. They bee-lined for Rufus and Scarlett's cell, failing to notice Wyatt. The keys on their key ring jingled as one was inserted into the lock. It was clear they had very bad intentions based on the sinister looks they gave Rufus.

"Whoa—" Rufus's eyes widened with alarm.

"Just hold on, guys—" Scarlett extended her hands as if trying to warn the officers before they made a mistake. However, she was ignored and shoved aside as the cell door swung open. As the sheriff and deputy raised their clubs, Wyatt managed to unlock his and Lucy's cell and leapt into action. He spun the sheriff around and knocked him out. Realizing that Wyatt posed the stronger threat, he made the mistake of turning his back, which Rufus quickly took advantage of. Taking the deputy's club, Rufus knocked the wind from his gut then knocked the deputy unconscious as he doubled over.

Wyatt nodded, impressed. "Not bad, Rufus."

Rufus smiled; it was evident he didn't even realize that he had it in himself to face the confrontation. While the boys were distraction, Lucy had redressed, and Scarlett had tried to smuggle Wyatt's glock into the waistband of her skirt. Wyatt cleared his throat and extended his hand. Scarlett sighed and rolled her eyes but handed the weapon back to its rightful owner.

That didn't stop her from grumbling under her breath. "We'd probably have a better chance if we had more than one weapon."

"Let's leave the shooting to the professionals," Wyatt replied.

Scarlett frowned and prepared to retort, but Rufus interrupted, holding up the detonator. "Maybe we should focus on the bigger problem here."

No one argued with his point. Instead, they locked the guards in the cells before running out of the prison to complete their escape. From there it was only a hop, skip, and a jump back to the airstrip where they'd left the Hindenburg. It was a close call too as they barely managed to board the dirigible before it took off.

The four entered one of the halls from a side door, but the sweat and grime that coated their faces certainly stood out in the otherwise luxe and pristine area.

A trio of kids ran by, shoving their way past the quartet as they went. An anxious look crossed Rufus's face. "How we gonna find the bomb?"

"Working on it," Wyatt replied, turning around and practically bumping right into Kate Drummond.

A frightened look crossed her face and she immediately tried to find help. "I need a Steward!"

"Wait please—" Wyatt pleaded.

"You attacked me!" Kate shouted, trying to push herself away from Wyatt as he grabs her. "Just stay away!"

"I was trying to save you, I'm trying to save you right now!" Wyatt exclaimed then explained, "The ship's in danger, there's a bomb, we have to find it!"

Kate froze in her tracks. Slowly, her eyes drifted to each individual before taking in the quartet as a group. Lucy offered some consolation, "He's telling the truth."

"That picture we showed you—that guy planted the bomb," Wyatt continued to explain, "Now let me do my job. Please."

Kate took a deep breath. "I saw him. Come with me."

Scarlett and Rufus glanced toward one another skeptically, but Wyatt had no reservations following after her. Neither did Lucy. Without many other options, Scarlett begrudgingly followed after the others as Kate led them down the hall into a side room. For all they knew it could have been a trap and the authorities could have been waiting on the other side of the door. That wasn't the case. The room was empty, much to Scarlett's surprise.

"He rushed out of here in a hurry," Kate broke the silence.

Wyatt and Lucy traded a similar look. As if that was his cue to tear the room apart, Wyatt did just that. He pulled out several drawers, opened the oven and the icebox. It was only after he tore some paneling from the wall that he found the bomb. The time counting down immediately forced the others to freeze.

Kate's eyes widened. "I've never—what the hell is that?"

No one really provided an answer. Wyatt turned toward the others. "We gotta get it off the ship now."

Rufus had wandered back out into the hall sometime after Wyatt found the bomb, but managed to raise his voice loud enough to be heard in the other room as he looked out the nearby window. "About that."

"What now?" Scarlett asked under her breath with a huff before exiting the room to see what the problem was.

The problem turned out to be a hundred feet of nothing but free falling through the pitch black sky. It seemed that the Hindenburg had departed ahead of schedule, meaning they were trapped.

Scarlett gaped. "You have got to be kidding me!"

It didn't take the others long to join them and share their similar paled expressions. Realizing there wasn't anything they could do but deal with one problem at a time, Wyatt placed the bomb on one of the desks and took a seat.

"You've defused a bomb before, right?" Lucy asked, nervously eyeing the explosive.

"Seen it done," Wyatt admitted that he didn't have much hands on experience. "Had some training in Afghanistan."

"Since when were we fighting Afghanistan?" Kate asked in confusion.

"Just drop it out the window!" Rufus shouted his panicked suggestion.

"On the people below, genius?" Scarlett retorted. It was clear none of them were the smoothest under pressure, especially in a circumstance that no one else had ever encountered. How exactly does one stay calm when they're trapped over seventy years in the past, handling an explosive that threatened the nation should it kill even one person.

Wyatt turned toward Lucy. "If it turns out I can't do this, you gotta ground this ship and get the passengers off."

"How do we do that?" Rufus questioned.

Lucy toon a quick glance around the room before snatching a trio of knives from the galley, handing one each to both Scarlett and Rufus. "We make it up as we go. C'mon."

Scarlett sighed. "Well this is a disaster just waiting to happen."

A beat of silence passed as the quartet glanced between each other with an understanding that they really didn't have much of a chance... but they cast their doubts aside and cling to crazy as that's really all they had left. Lucy, Rufus, and Scarlett left Wyatt behind to defuse the bomb, sneaking up toward the ship's bridge.

"This is insane," Rufus muttered under his breath.

"If you have a better idea I would suggest sharing with the class," Scarlett retorted in a hushed tone.

"Shhh," Lucy gently shushed them both, lifting a finger to her lips while her other hand uncomfortable fidgeted with the knife held down at her side. "This won't work if we give up the element of surprise."

They all took a deep breath once they reached the bridge and listed to the low rumble of the captain's voice as he instructed the crew in charge of directing the flight path. Clearing mouthing as she counted back from three, Lucy flung the door open. Before anyone could react, Rufus restrained the captain and braced the knife against his throat.

Although her voice quivered as she improvised, Lucy made her threat clear, "Stay back! We're—the Anarchist Black Cross. And—we have a bomb on this ship! You're going to land now and await further demands!"

"Do it," Rufus added, "or I'll cut his throat, you Nazis!"

There was a beat of silence, but as Rufus added a bit more pressure to the captain's throat, he signaled for his crew to listen. "Do what they say."

The radio operator spoke into the transmitter and, sooner than expected, the ship began to make its descent back toward the ground. However, just as they were less than a few feet from the ground, the rear of the dirigible went up in flames. The blimp plummeted for those final few feet and crashed. The passengers within scrambled for and exit and several crewmen and pedestrians outside rushed forward to help.

Scarlett was quickly lost in the midst of the smoke, flames, and screams. However, she remained close on Lucy and Rufus's trail as they stumbled toward one of the shattered windows and climbed out from the dirigible. The trio raced away from the Hindenburg, hoping that Wyatt safely made it out.

The cries of a child stopped Rufus in his tracks and he quickly turned back toward the fiery Hindenburg. As if torn, he looked toward Scarlett for permission and she didn't hesitate to nod her head. "Go."

Rufus raced forward and lifted the small child in his arms, carrying her away to safety. As he did, Lucy and Scarlett similarly charged toward the dirigible to help where they could. However, they quickly realized they weren't alone... just a moment too late.

As Lucy turned away from a naval officer, whom she'd just handed off another injured passenger to, she bumped into Garcia Flynn. She took a step back, but he immediately lifted his gun to keep her frozen in place then stepped closer to remain unnoticed in the chaos.

"It's time we talked," Flynn said in a surprisingly soft-spoken tone, "You need to understand who and what you're dealing with."

"I understand," Lucy contradicted. "You're a psychopath. Trying to burn everything down."

"That depends on your point of view, Lucy," Flynn replied.

"How do you know—"

"I know everything about you," Flynn interrupted. "Third in your class. Your Father's dead. You think you're meant to follow in your Mother's footsteps—but you don't really want to." Lucy's surprise only encouraged him to keep going. "You wanna know how I know?"

Slowly, he pulled a leather bound journal from his jacket and extended it to Lucy. She hesitantly accepted it and warily glance at the dense writing within. As she flipped further and began to recognize the loops and curves of each letter, she paled. "That's—this is my handwriting. But I—didn't write this."

"Not yet. You will," Flynn cryptically said as he took the journal back. "I know what you're really meant to be, Lucy. And it isn't a teacher. You've got to make your own future. Isn't that what your sister said?"

"Why would I believe anything from someone who killed his own family?" Lucy asked with hostility.

Flynn's expression darkened and the charismatic light left his eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but it was in that moment that Scarlett noticed the interaction.

"Lucy!" She called out as she sprinted forward. However, she stopped a few feet away as Flynn offered a warning glance, revealing the gun in his hand as he did. Lucy released a short, startled cry as Flynn pulled her closer to use her as leverage.

Flynn's eyes narrowed as he trained his gun on Scarlett. "The other pilot, I presume."

"Let her go," Scarlett demanded as if she was warning him.

Flynn scoffed. "If you couldn't see, I'm holding all the leverage."

Scarlett reached her hands behind her back and pulled out a small gun from the waistband of her skirt. "Guess again, Buddy."

"Did you steal Wyatt's gun?" Lucy asked with wide eyes as if she'd up and left the man defenseless.

Scarlett scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Course not. I didn't have a window of opportunity. Trust issues that one's got... No, I 'borrowed' this from one of the officers too busy to notice."

"Ladies, might I remind you who has whom at gunpoint?" Flynn rhetorically asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

"It looks like a draw to me," Scarlett retorted.

"If you were going to shoot me, you would've done so already," Flynn contradicted. "You're a pilot, not a soldier. Now I suggest you put the gun down before someone gets hurt."

Scarlett's stoic look faltered and her eyes shifted between Flynn and Lucy. Lucy offered her a small smile, hardly lifting the corner of her mouth as if trying to console her.

"You won't shoot because she's important," Flynn added then turned to speak with Lucy as if Scarlett was no longer present. "You're important—in ways you can't imagine. Ask them. Why they really chose you for this mission. Ask them what Rittenhouse is."

"Rittenhouse?" Lucy repeated, questioning what he'd just said in confusion.

Flynn nodded his head, but movement from his peripheral vision made him react instinctively. He pulled Lucy closer and extended the arm that held his gun as Wyatt approached with his gun drawn. Flynn kept himself on high alert, but focused primarily on the trained soldier with a weapon pointed in his direction.

"I know for a fact you're not gonna shoot," Flynn said, confident that he'd remain unscathed.

Wyatt offered Lucy an apologetic look, but before he could even pull the trigger, Flynn jolted back, forced to grip the wound that suddenly appeared in his shoulder. Lucy wrenched herself free and sprinted over to Wyatt's side as Flynn looked up from his wound, genuinely surprised by the following outcome.

Scarlett had her arms extended, holding the smoking gun that had just fired off the shot that imbedded itself in Flynn's shoulder. He raised an eyebrow in confusion as if to question who she was before being forced to retreat as Wyatt continued to fire in his direction. Flynn returned fire, but Wyatt rolled out of the way, just in time to dodge the impact. Kate, who had been standing behind him, wasn't so lucky.

The reporter staggered before crumpling to the ground like a rag doll. Wyatt's face fell and he immediately tried to catch her and slow her descent. The brief moment provided enough time for Flynn to disappear in the crowd.

Flynn was gone and Kate was left bleeding out on the damp ground. Lucy moved to her side to apply pressure to the wound and stop the bleeding, but her efforts were futile.

"C'mon, Kate!" Wyatt pleaded as he took over, applying pressure to the wound in her chest. From the red color that soaked her blouse, it was clear she'd lost too much blood to last much longer. The frightened look in Kate's eyes as she stared up at Wyatt was certainly enough to leave a lasting scar as the light left her eyes.

"There's nothing else you can do," Lucy said sympathetically.

Wyatt didn't stop though, he had progressed to attempts at CPR and it was clear he was projecting some of his own personal issues into the moment almost as if he was losing his wife all over again.

It was only once Lucy noticed the sheriff and deputy in the distance that she placed a hand in Wyatt's shoulder to bring him back to the present. "Wyatt, she's gone. I'm sorry. We have to go now."

He finally stopped. A second of time passed that felt like an eternity as he looked down at Kate. Gently, he brushed some hair from her face before following Lucy, Rufus, and Scarlett back toward the Lifeboat. Although they had succeeded in stopping Flynn, the results were only temporary and ultimately they'd failed to fix the initial problem. But the e last was in the past, and it was time to return to their present of the future.

As a side note, the round trip was not any easier to deal with than the first. The quartet emerged from the Lifeboat just as queasy as when they'd landed in 1937.

Agent Christopher wasted no time retrieving results. "What happened?"

"Tell me what you know about the Hindenburg," Lucy requested without providing any real answers.

The time traveling quartet, Mason, Agent Christopher, and Jiya huddled in front of one of the monitors as the events of the past were brought onto the screen, recorded as they'd just happened instead of the original version.

"The Hindenburg exploded early morning, May 7, 1937. It was bombed by the Anarchist Black Cross," Mason read, "There were only two casualties. A journalist named Kate Drummond and a man whose body was too burned to be identified."

"So to you that's what's in the books?" Wyatt asked. "That's how it went down?"

Mason nodded. "Of course."

"And this anarchist group?" Lucy asked, "Four suspects? Who escaped from a jail cell, then vanished without a trace?" As Mason nodded and retrieved another article that showed her statement to be proof, Lucy enlightened then, "That was us."

Agent Christopher looked stunned. "What?"

"We had some issues," Rufus sheepishly admitted and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Flynn wanted a lot more than two casualties—he wanted to murder everyone on board. We stopped him," Lucy explained, "But the Hindenburg, it—wasn't supposed to happen like this. Flynn still changed history. In what ways, I don't know yet..."

A beat of silence passed but Agent Christopher quickly moved on. "Did you see him?"

Lucy nodded. "I spoke to him."

"Really?" Agent Christopher asked. "What did Flynn say?"

Lucy hesitated. "He said I should ask you why you chose me? And what Rittenhouse means?"

A blank look crossed Agent Christopher's face and she shook her head. "I have no idea what he's talking about." Lucy stared at her a bit longer as if searching for some sign of a lie. Christopher shook her head again. "I don't know. What else did he say to you?"

While Lucy shook her head and claimed nothing else had been said, Scarlett focused on her father. There was something odd about his expression. He looked distracted and had ever since the name Rittenhouse had been mentioned... maybe it was something she'd inquire about later. For now, she just wanted to hand in her letter of resignation, ride home, and curl up under the blankets draped over her bed while her fiancé draped his strong arms over her.

"Where's Flynn now?" Mason asked.

"The Lifeboat's C.P.U. says he's back present day," Rufus replied. "But who knows where?"

"And we can't go back to '37 again?" Wyatt tried to make a suggestion. "Give it another shot?"

Rufus shook his head. "We'd be there, too. Remember, we can't double back to anyplace we'd meet ourselves. No do-overs."

"So what the hell is Flynn after, anyway?" Mason asked, the strain and frustration of his tone creeping into his voice.

"I have a theory," Lucy offered her input, "Any anti-government whack-job can get a few barrels of fertilizer and blow up a Federal building, but that's not really going to change anything. Our institutions are too established. But in the past—things are more fragile. I think Flynn's trying to kill America in the crib."

The thought was bone-chilling, but Agent Christopher remained as stoic as ever, rising to address the group. "None of you are to say a word about any of this, under penalty of treason. Go home, we'll contact you when we need you."

Scarlett frowned, forced to snap out of her shattered daydreams as she processed what had been said. "Need us?"

"Nothing's changed. Flynn's still out there, he still has the Mothership, you're still our best option," Agent Christopher patiently replied, "If—when he uses it again... we'll be calling."

Without another word, they were dismissed. It was as if he knew that his daughter would be after him, because once Mason left the room, he was impossible to find. Scarlett stormed from the building and only released her frustrated scream once outside.

Less than a minute later, Lucy was by her side with an inconvenienced look on her face. "Hey. When you shot Flynn? A couple inches to the right, you'd have blown my brains out."

"I guess it's a good thing I'm just that good then," Scarlett replied. "Maybe next time they'll think twice about not offering me a weapon to protect myself with from the start."

"So I'm expendable," Lucy rephrased her point with a different interpretation.

"Not according to Flynn," Scarlett scoffed. "What was up with the two of you getting cozy together?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Lucy asked in confusion.

"Nothing," Scarlett shook her head and directed her gaze toward the ground, annoyed. It wasn't that she was annoyed with Lucy, but the situation of being trapped within her father's company once more. Scarlett sighed and prepared to apologize, but stopped as she noticed Wyatt. "Oh look, it's soldier-boy. He certainly seems to be having a hard time dealing with it all... maybe you should go check on him."

Relieved that she escaped the ensuing conflict, Scarlett took advantage of the distraction, hopped on her bike then rode back to her apartment. Maybe it was finally time to take Carlos up on his offer to leave it all behind. She was just beginning to realize that if she didn't get out now, she might never be able to escape her father's clutches.

All of those plans that she was rapidly formulating were put on pause as she opened the door to the apartment. She'd expected to come back to a lively environment as if it was uncommon for the apartment to be silent. Normally, Carlos would be up and awaiting eagerly for her return. A look of concern flashed across her face as she glanced down at her watch and the glowing surface declared the time: 11:30 p.m.

She flipped on the lights then froze. The entire room had been rearranged and the space felt much more expansive than it had a few hours ago.

"Carlos?" she called out curiously.

When no reply came, a pit of dread filled her gut. Cautiously, she moved through the rest of the apartment, checking each room diligently. With each room she checked, she grew more restless as nothing was quite like she remembered.

"Carlos, this isn't funny," Scarlett called out, "I'm serious. Where—"

Her eyes widened, her breath quivered, and her veins turned to ice as she flipped on the light to her bedroom. It was then that she realized why the entire apartment had felt so foreign and empty. All of Carlos's belongings were gone, Carlos included.