The following morning, I sat at the kitchen table, picking weakly at a sesame seed bagel with cream cheese. Everything we knew so far was written in deep blue gel pen on a notebook page sitting in front of me. Everything we knew so far was barely anything.

Well, at least we had a name. Noah.

And we knew we needed to stop Claudette Landers from getting killed. Today. But we didn't know when today.

We were nowhere.

And I still needed to help fix my parents' marital woes. Mom had thrown a fit that morning about dad bringing home a dog without asking her first.

I believe her exact words were "Beck Kruspe, you complete irresponsible child!"

Of course, it was impossible to concentrate when everybody was smashing around my kitchen.

"Can you guys stop!" I shouted at Bartosz, who looked three steps away from breaking the toaster "I'm trying to concentrate!"

"Who put salt in your breakfast water?" Zacharias laughed as he settled across form me with a croissant in his hands

"Nobody, I just didn't sleep." I threw a napkin at the boy. "and use a goddamn plate!"

"Baby, calm down, okay?" Magnus said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my face "Have you eaten anything?"

I shook my head "Not yet. I'm really damn stressed, Magnus. I'm trying to figure out how to catch Noah, save Claudette and fix my parents' marriage all by eight p.m"

"Wait." Beck choked on his coffee "Lea and I are getting a divorce? But we just went on our first date last night!"

"Guys-" Jonas started

I scrambled for a fresh notebook page, almost knocking over my apple juice. " Where did you go, what did you do? I need it all!"

"Anna!" Martha called

"Uh, we saw the Terminator. A friend of Ulrich's got a bootleg version sent over from America but I don't think the translations were any good. I brought the TV into the backyard and we watched it in the bed of the truck."

I scrambled to write it all down. "I know how to get my parents to love each other again!"

"GUYS!!" Bartosz shouted, quieting the ground floor of the house and causing Klaus to scurry under the table. If dogs scurried.

"What?" Ulrich shook his head

"We have a plan." Bartosz smiled coyly. The first smile since Heidi.

I grinned. "Fire away."

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Bartosz's plan was kind of risky. But now we had two plans, whereas before I had none. The Kahnwald-Tiedemann-Martha plan was how we were going to save Claudette and get Noah arrested. The Kruspe-Kruspe-Magnus plan was how I was going to recreate my parents' first date and get them to notice each other in the house again.

Ulrich and I were on our way to the police station in modern Winden. Klaus needed walking, so he was dragging me along on my skateboard while Ulrich followed on the penny board, dressed in one of Magnus' hoodies. Frankly I was surprised the penny board still worked - I hadn't used it since I was twelve.

Basically the plan was for Ulrich to persuade himself in the future to go into the caves and find the past, so we could arrest Noah and hopefully save Claudette. What we had to keep us goign was the reassuring fact that Claudette was still alive in 2019. We had somewhat faith that this was going to work, but right now it was resting on the shoulders of the Ulrich's.

"You know what you're doing?" I asked, halting my skateboard at the back of the police station. "It's all on you, Ulrich."

The boy nodded "I've got this. I should think I know myself better than anybody."

"He's you but older, he knows more now." I reminded "Good luck in there."

Ulrich nodded "Thanks. Uh, should I like hug you or something?"

"Absolutely not. That would be weird."

"Right. Get Zacharias to Claudette's. Hopefully I can drag myself to the caves."

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When Ulrich Nielsen clocked in fro work the morning of Novmeber 15th, he did not expect to see his past self sitting at his desk, feet propped up on a pile of important papers. The poor guy almost had a heart attack, which is not ideal.

"Who the hell are you? Is this some kind of joke?"

The boy shook his head "Not a joke. I'm you, from thirty-three years ago."

"That's not possible." th older man said, closing his office door as he walked closer to the teenager.

"If I'm not you, how do I know that you met Katharina Albers at Claudette Landers' Christmas party, where the two of you got super high and made out in the closet, then proceeding to date in secret and keep it a secret from Beck, Zacharias and Claudette? To the point where I am in history, they still don't know."

"What do you want from me?" Ulrich spoke lowly to his past self.

"We know who killed Heidi Vogel, and it wasn't Bartosz Tiedemann." Younger Ulrich sucked in a breath as he leaned froward on the desk "Claudette Landers is in danger. We need your help."