"Honestly, what is an alien?" Philip asks. "You all are so childish in this millennium."

With no response from the three, Jace suddenly jumps out of bush and attacks Philip, knocking him to the ground. "What the hell are you?"

"God, Jace not everyone is in a conspiracy," Becca says, astonished by Jace's impulsiveness. "Get off of him."

He ignored her. Philip's breath was shortened by Jace's weight pinning him down. "I already told you. I am Philip Walker of year 1910."

"I don't believe you."

"You don't believe anything," Becca said.

Philip sighs exasperatedly. "Well, then fine. Let me up and I will find my pocket watch so that I may return."

Jace eyes him conspicuously before reluctantly getting up. Philip stands gratefully and brushes off the dust from his suit coat.

"Wait so what is he? I didn't have my coffee this morning," Ben says.

"He's from the past, Ben," Grace clarifies. She then focused her gaze to Philip's sapphire blue eyes. "Why are you here?"

Philip smiles. "Ah, you must be Grace, meaning beauty and elegance."

Grace blushes, and Jace clenches his fists. "Um. Yeah, sure," Grace meekly agrees.

Becca rolls her eyes.

Grace says, "It really has no intention of meaning pertaining to myself, my mother just liked the name."

Philip just smiles politely and holds out his hand. Grace takes it and he kisses the top of hers instead of shaking. His gaze roves up her arm, looking out from under his dark lashes until his eyes meet hers. "It's an honor, miss."

Grace blushes a deeper shade of pink.

Then Philip releases her and holds out his hand to Becca.

Meanwhile, she is trying to contain her laughter at the look on Jace's face after kissing Grace's hand.

Before Philip's lips can touch hers, though, she takes his hand and give it a firm shake then removes it from his grasp.

Philip looks hurt. "Nice too meet you as well, madam. What might your name be?"

"My name is Becca. It means pledged to God."

Philip looks thoughtful. "Ah, well then I suppose you shouldn't be speaking the way you do if you are pledged to Him. Foul language, indeed."

Jace snickers.

"Hey you should be saying that to Mr. Angel over here," Becca says, giving Jace the evil eye.

"I've got a get out of jail free card up my sleeve from the blood the courses through my veins. I don't have to stay on good behavior," Jace counters.

"You're the one who's always saying that you're pure. I never claimed anything," Beca said. "I'm not perfect."

Grace intervenes before they go at it again. "Philip, is there any way we can help you? I mean, can you remember how you got here?"

Philip furrows his brow handsomely. "I was just on my way to the publishing building. You see, I'm a composer of music and have been playing the piano since I was three. It was required by my parents. They said I must have musical education because of my fine pedigree."

Jace can't help himself. "What are you? A show dog?"

Grace shushes Jace. "Yes, tell us more."

"I was on the corner of Weston and Smith when I decided to look at my watch to make sure that I was not going to be late. But before I could I was knocked out. When I awoke, I was in the middle of the same streets, sprawled out on a sidewalk that wasn't there before. The buildings were larger and seemed to be made of platinum and glass. I found my way here, to this strange and dirty place called Wal-Mart, hoping to find answers as to where I was and why things were almost like an inverse of my universe."

He continues, "Unfortunately whoever had robbed me of my gold and sanity also took my watch. It was given to me by my father who was very dear to me. He died when I was ten."

Grace reached out to touch his hand. "Philip, we're going to get you home, don't worry."

Jace raises his eyes. "Oh, really? Thanks Grace. Thanks a lot."

"What is wrong with you?" Grace scolds him. "He needs help. We can't just leave him here. He tried to help us, even though there was clearly nothing to help with."

Jace gaze bore into Grace. "You don't have to flirt with him to get him back to his time."

Grace asks, "What are you talking about?

"First you blush when he kisses your hand, and then you touch him! In front of me no less!" Jace argues. Rage is written all over Jace's face.

Grace sighs. "Jace, I touched his hand because I was trying to console him. Secondly, I did not blush. Thirdly, the sooner we get him back the happier you'll be. Agreed?"

Jace shouts, creating yet another scene, "You did blush! I saw you! So did everyone else! Right, guys?" he asks, eagerly looking to Ben and Becca.

They look anywhere but at Jace and Grace.

Philip clears his throat. "As I remember it, Graceful One, you did blush."

Grace looks at him blandly. "Philip, that is not helping your situation one bit."

Jace was clearly angry. "Damn straight," he says, debating whether or not to attack Philip again.

"Oh for the love of God," Grace says tiredly. "Can we all just shut up for one second and STOP FIGHTING?" Angrily, she turns to Jace and addresses him. "We are going to help him whether you like it or not. I am sick of you and Beca fighting over something so stupid."

Becca just stands there hoping to fade into the background.

Grace then turns to Ben. "You of all people right now are my favorite because you've barely said five words since coming to Wal-Mart to get Jace some stupid candy that he hated anyway." Finally, she turns to Philip. "We are going to help you. And if they won't, I will." Determination is shown on her face.

"Like hell I'm letting you be around him by yourself. You'll probably jump the poor guy," Jace accuses, aggravated.

Grace sniffs. "Honestly, Jace. I'm not that desperate for it."

Philip, however, had his mind on something Jace said. "Poor? I'm quite wealthy."

Becca intervenes, "Well he sure as hell isn't giving it to you," she says, addressing Jace.

Grace whirls on her. "Becca, stop. I can't take this incongruous fighting anymore between you two."

Philip grins. "Wonderful use of grammar, dear."

Jace stops dead. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL MY GIRLFRIEND?"

Philip blinks. "Dear? It means valued, in case you hadn't known."

"Really? I didn't know that," Jace says in angry, mock-interest.

"Yes," Philip says. "And Grace should be valued, since it seems she is the only logical one here."

Jace is enraged at the dig. "Well I'm glad YOU think MY girlfriend should be valued so much."

He lunges at Philip, but Ben bravely steps between them and clunks their heads together. They both groan in pain. "Jesus, you all are whack," Ben says, looking at them both.

The girls stare at Ben with their mouths open.

"How did you do that?" Becca asks. They both look at Jace and Philip on the floor out cold.

"Mai training," Ben says simply. "I had to learn pressure points and all that crap."

"But…but…he's Jace," Grace says unbelievingly.

Becca is still just staring at Ben.

Grace notices. "Ben, watch out. Becca has that boy-crazy look in her eye again," she teases.

Ben smiles. "I haven't seen that look since we first met. I've missed it."

Grace smiles as well. "Aw! See? Now that's nice. Come on, let's hug it out." She moves closer to them.

Becca shakes her head. "You really don't want me to hug him right now."

Grace knowingly shakes her head as her eyes go wide. "Oh, okay. Never mind. No touchy each other!"

Ben nods. "That's probably best."

Becca shrugs. "I could control myself, but I don't know about him."

Grace, already knowing about their tendencies, said, "Ew, alright. Too much information."

"She speaks the truth," Ben says.

Grace snorts. "That would be a first." Seeing Becc'a expression, she adds, "I said that for Jace. He would have if he was awake."

Becca puffs her chest out. "Yeah? Well he can—" she stops herself. "You know what? I'll be nice. Just don't get used to it." She kicks Jace slightly hard with her toe. "There. I feel better now."

"Hey!: Grace shouts.

:Just then, Jace and Philip stir.

Jace is the first one to sit up. "What the hell just happened to me?" he asked, rubbing his head.

Philip sits up as well, slowly. "Who made me pass out? This was uncalled for."

Grace smiles. "Oh, I'm so glad you guys are up." She reaches for Philip because he looks more awake.

Jace looks shocked. "What the—" he turns red. "Really Grace? I am right here!"

Grace looks at him. "What? You don't look very stable. You'd better sit down for a while."

"It never crossed your mind to check on your boyfriend first?" he asks her, feeling jealous.

"Jace, I've seen you get hit harder than that before," Grace says. Philip holds onto Grace's waist to stabilize himself, and looks woozy.

Jace is up in an instant. "Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!"

Philip looks down at his hands. "They are quite clean, I have you know. And my arm is not touching your 'girlfriend' in inappropriate ways."

"You have your damn hands on her waist. No dude's hands go there but mine. Remove them from her waist before I remove them from your arms," Jace threatens.

Philip does as he is told removing his hands from Grace almost as if she had burned him.

Jace then walks over and puts his arm possessively around Grace's waist. "That's better," he says, glaring at Philip.

Grace is expressionless. "Jace, that was pathetic."

Jace shrugs, his arms still around her. "It got him off of you, so I don't really care."

Grace detaches Jace from her. "Let's go," she says, grabbing Philip's hand then Becca's and Ben's.

Jace looks truly shocked. "What the hell? I am the sexy one here. Why are you holding HIS hand?" he says, nodding towards Grace's and Philip's linked hands.

Grace, however, keeps on walking with no response.

"The silent treatment? Great," Jace says to himself.

Grace is still not speaking to him, knowing he would break down eventually.

I'm not going to follow them, Jace thinks. Let her do what she wants. If anything happens between them I'll kill him. How long is it going to take them? Fine. I'll go.

"Wait up!" Jace yells. "You need someone who knows how to kick ass."

"Well, by the display Ben has just put on, I'm pretty sure we're good with him if you want to stay here," Grace tell him, flouncing off with her dignity, hips swinging.

Jace's jaw drops at what she said. "What display?"

"Knocking you out," Grace says simply.

Jace now understood. "Like hell he—"

Ben does it again and threw Jace over his shoulder. "So where to?"

Graces smiles. Since Jace was her boyfriend, she bends down to kiss his cheek. "It would do you some good if you weren't always trying to be so macho," she says to him, even though he is yet again unconscious.

Becca claps her hands together. "Amen! I agree with you on that, sister," she says enthusiastically.

"So where are we going again?" Ben asks.