To say Klaus Hargreeves was nervous about meeting his birth mother would be an understatement. Though he did his best to act normal, deep inside he was terrified. What would she say to him? Would she be surprised, or did she have a hunch that he would find her again? Those thoughts kept running through his head as he walked down the dirt road. He waved to the people who could've been his Amish family.

Eventually, he stumbled across a woman skinning off the fur of a dead rabbit. As she walked to a bucket and washed some of the blood off, Klaus walked up, taking a slow deep breath. "Mom?" He asked, startling her. She looked him up and down before saying, "Nay, English. No mothers here, only rabbits," Klaus looked confused but didn't give up hope yet.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm looking for Rachel Herschberger," he clarified. Just as the woman was about to open her mouth, a man, presumably her husband spoke up and claimed there was no Rachel. "Well, that's a shame. Do you happen to know where I might find her? I'm trying to track her down," "There's no Rachel here. Now, walk your fancy boots back to town where you belong and leave us be," the man insisted.

The junkie scoffed, surprised that the Amish were talking to him that way. But he maintained his chill composure. "All right. No need to get your knickers in a twist there," he chuckled. The woman tried to convince her husband to let Klaus speak, but the man claimed he was upsetting the "womenfolk." Klaus stumbled back, helplessly stuttering as he tried to defend himself. "I'm not upsetting anyone, especially the womenfolk. Are you kidding? Womenfolk love m-"

Before Klaus could finish his sentence, the man pushed him hard enough to make him hit the ground, coating his black leather pants in dirt and dust. He stood back up and brushed himself off, saying that he thought they were supposed to be nice. "That's what you call a misconception, English," the man responded, clearly showing no remorse. "Fine then, I'll leave!"

Klaus turned on his heel, and just as he was about to start walking, he figured he could get another insult or two in. "But I want you to know that you have ruined the Amish for me forever! And if my girlfriend came with me, you all would be burnt chicken nuggets!" he quivered, finally walking away and not looking back.

He walked into the deepest part of the nearby woods, wishing the outcome could've been different. This was nothing like how he imagined it. He thought he could walk into town, find his mother, hug and squeeze her as tight as humanly possible and catch up with her on all the drama and adventure he found himself in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the check stub with her name, taking in a sigh.

He soon heard the sounds of faint humming and twigs snapping. For a moment, he thought the rude Amish man was coming toward him, harassing him to continue walking. But instead, he saw the woman he had talked to earlier, stooping down and grabbing something. Quicker than a bunny, he rushed over and once again scared the living daylights out of her. 

"I don't want any trouble!" She shivered. "No no, I don't want that either. You know Rachel, don't you?" Klaus questioned. "Yes... she's my sister," A small smile etched onto his face, happy to at least know one person from his mother's side. "So, where can I find her?" he inquired. She stared at him blankly as she answered the question.

"Young man, she's been dead for over 30 years."

Klaus's face almost immediately fell, but even if his mother wasn't alive to meet him, he at very least wanted to know what happened. "So, b-but... how did she die?" "A brain hemorrhage. Took her quick, thank the Lord," Klaus then asked what happened to her son, but the woman just gave him a confused look, almost as if she had no idea her sister had a son. This just further stirred Klaus's confusion.

"When did she die again?" he queried. "She passed October 1st, 1989," Klaus's hand almost immediately went to his heart, as it pounded intensely against his ribcage, the shock of it all overwhelmed him. "That's my birthday..." he trailed off. Suddenly, yelling and riots erupted from the town, frightening Klaus and his aunt. Hurriedly, she told him to run and watched as he ran out of the woods and away from the ensuing mob.

He kept running until he reached a grassy field. He looked back to see the mob still coming after him. He ran with all his remaining strength, noticing the rental car in the distance. "Five! Five! Start the car, would ya?" he called out. But Five didn't notice his brother's screaming as he was busy writing long equations on the car windows. While Klaus had been in the town, Five had pulled into the field, originally filled with dozens of cows. But now, they were all gone.

"FIVE, START THE CAR!" Klaus shouted once more, now closer and loud enough to pull Five out of his focused state. He rushed to the other side of the car and started the ignition. "Why can't you just get along with people?" He asked, his gaze shifting back and forth from the mob to the ignition. "I tried. Really, I did!" was Klaus's answer. Just as he was about to get in, his aunt called to him, holding a brown-leathered book.

He told Five to give him a second before rushing towards her, stumbling over her words as she thrust the book into his hands. "Rachel's death was unusual, and she wasn't the only one. You have her eyes. Go English, get out of here!" she said hurriedly. "Come on! Get in the car, Klaus!" Five shouted. The Amish were now about twenty feet away from the vehicle, Klaus hopped into the passenger seat, and Five floored the accelerator, looking through his mirror every so often to make sure they lost the mob.

"This whole timeline's chock-full of riddles. Get this, Five. My mom died here before I was even born!" Klaus said as he flipped through the aged pages of the book. Without warning, Five hit the brakes, making Klaus bang his head on the dash. "What did you just say?" Five asked, his eyes widened to the full extent.

~~~~~~~

"Oh my god, did you see the way Sebastian's mother was beating him?!" Dusk cackled like a maniac as she and Victoria reminisced on her sweet revenge. On their way back to the hotel, they stopped at a burger joint called First Degree Burger. The food seemed to bring Dusk down from her high as she reached into her bag of French fries. "That was hilarious! If all weddings are like that, sign me up for the next one!" the redhead smiled, sneaking in a sip of the stolen champagne.

Dusk hadn't felt this alive in years, and she very much enjoyed it. Her troubles seemed to melt away from her, almost as if they never existed to begin with. Soon, they reached the curb just outside of the Hotel Obsidian and they got out, handing the keys to the nearby valet. "Well, I should probably get back to Stanley and make sure he and Pennycrumbs are okay," Victoria smiled.

"Wait... Pennycrumbs? You mean Chet's dog?" Dusk raised an eyebrow. "He's my dog now. Figured he deserves someone better to take care of him," Victoria smirked. Dusk glanced over at the checkout desk, and sure enough, Chet was whistling and looking around for his dog. "Just... be careful, alright?" she whispered to her best friend. "Always am," Vic replied before walking towards the elevator.

The hotel's sliding glass doors caught Dusk's attention as her boyfriend and Five burst through them. "Gather round, people," Five called out to the siblings. Klaus grabbed his girlfriend's hand and led her to the bar where Diego, Allison, and Viktor had been drinking. "You look radiant, by the way," Klaus whispered. "Thanks, darling," Dusk whispered, turning her attention back to Five and the rest of the crew.

"Where's Luther? You know what, we got bigger problems to worry about," Five sighed, slamming down the leather book on the counter. "What is it now?" Allison scoffed, gulping down her glass of liquor. Five flipped through the pages, pointing out seven women, all very different from one another. "Who are these people?" Viktor inquired. "These are our mothers, and they're all dead. They all died on the exact same day, October 1st, 1989," the time traveler answered.

The raven's eyes widened with shock. "That's our birthday. But how can we be here if they died before we were even born?" she asked. "Exactly the point, sis. When we jumped here, we created a time paradox. And it's not just any paradox. This is the grandfather paradox." The Hargreeves siblings looked at one another confused, having never heard of such a thing before.