11:24 p.m. MST
Warehouse 13
Near Univille, South Dakota

Artie and Rebecca had just entered the Warehouse. "Okay," Artie said, walking over to his computer, Rebecca in tow. "The first thing we need to do is reanalyze the data—"

Suddenly, they heard a faint whoosh noise as the overhead lights flickered and dimmed.

Attempting to cover for Helena, Claudia, Pete, and Myka's use of the time machine, Rebecca attempted a casual chuckle and said, "This place still does that, huh?"

Waving vaguely and making a noncommittal noise in response, Artie quickly moved over to the Warehouse's main power grid display and slid the cover up to check the fuses.

"Artie, what are you doing?" Rebecca asked nervously, hoping that he wouldn't look into the disturbance. Nothing good would come of Artie discovering what his team was up to in the H.G. Wells section.

Seeing a light out on the display and letting out a dissatisfied groan, he said, "There's a power clot in one of the secure storage sectors."

"It's probably nothing," Rebecca quickly suggested.

"Ah, I'll flush it out. Send down a micro-pulse." Artie wrapped his fingers around a lever on the side of the fuse box.

"Artie, no!" Rebecca yelled, as Artie pulled the lever down, sending a wave of electricity shooting along the wires to the H.G. Wells section.

In the H.G. Wells section.

Myka and Pete began to twitch and shake as the headsets they were wearing sparked and hissed with electricity.

Helena rushed over to the time machine, quickly scanning the machinery to survey the damage. "The connection's holding but something's just completely burnt out the reintegration wiring!" she yelled over at Claudia, a terrified note tingeing her voice.

"Which means what?" Claudia practically shouted at Helena. She and Helena begun moving frantically between checking on Pete and Myka as they sat immobile on the time machine's platform and tinkering with the time machine's control module. They'd been experiencing power troubles for the last few hours, but everything had been relatively fine until the latest, and strongest, power surge had left the time machine sparking and smoking.

Helena turned to Claudia, her face pale. "I can't bring them back."

Shocked into silence, Claudia stared back at Helena as she let the inventor's words sink in.

Helena's dark eyes shone with the same the fear Claudia felt in her stomach. "When Jack and Rebecca awaken, Pete and Myka will be lost forever."

9:34 a.m. EST
Lone Gunmen Headquarters
Somewhere near Washington, D.C.

Langly was snoring lightly in front of his computer, his chin propped precariously on his hand, when he was startled awake by a loud, insistent beeping. He glanced at the monitor and hollered hoarsely, "Hey dudes! Check this out!"

Frohike and Beyers had both been snoozing with their heads on the table in the area that they used as a makeshift kitchen. Upon hearing Langly yell at them, they both jolted awake and scrambled over their chairs on their way to his desk.

"It seems like the energy in that warehouse let out a massive pulse and then just… disappeared." Beyers remarked, fiddling with his beard.

"That's the highest voltage output we've seen yet," Frohike added.

They all looked at each other, unsure of what this meant or how it affected Mulder and Scully's investigation.

Langly picked up the phone next to him and began to dial. "We need to tell Mulder."

8:06 a.m. MST
Warehouse 13
Near Univille, South Dakota

Artie was pissed. No, Artie was beyond pissed; he was bordering on homicidal.

"What were you all thinking?" he ranted at them. Pete and Myka had returned to their bodies, safe and sound, a little after 7:30 that morning, after Helena and Claudia had managed to cobble together a quick fix for the time machine with minutes to spare.

They had sent Rebecca back to 1961 one last time to see Jack, per her request, with no hope of returning because of the partially damaged time machine. She had terminal cancer, and Artie thought it was the least he could do to honor the wish of a dying woman. A former Warehouse agent. But then he had ordered his team and that woman, as he referred to Helena, to assemble in his office to talk about what had happened in the last twenty-two hours.

"Don't you understand that if you can't ask me to do something because I'll probably say no, it isn't a good idea in the first place?" Artie paced the floor in front of them, trying to count to ten and breathe deeply to control his rising anger. Dr. Calder had told him to take it easy last time he had seen her; she had been worried about his blood pressure.

"But Artie, we found the Glass Girl artifact! We know what really happened to those poor women. And we know that Jonah Raitt was innocent!" Pete insisted, trying to get his boss to see the positive side of their little adventure to 1961.

"Well, that's great, but let's see. You could've severely damaged the Warehouse's power grid, you could have changed the timeline so drastically none of you would've ever been born, or you could've died! You were lucky that none of that happened this time, but what about next time?" He shook his head and sat down in his office chair, suddenly deflated. They all looked so tired and pitiful after being up for more than twenty-four hours trying to find the artifact that Rebecca had brought to their attention.

"You're my agents and it's my duty to protect you," he said, his voice sounding a bit strangled.

After pausing for a few seconds to clean his glasses, he snapped out of his sudden and short-lived melancholy over the thought of losing one of them. Quickly regaining his steam, he spat out, "I can't do that if you don't talk to me before making irrational decisions!"

Turning his head slightly, Artie suddenly remembered Helena when he spied her out of the corner of his eye. During his tirade she had been standing off to the side, trying to look inconspicuous while Artie yelled. She was technically part of the team, but she knew that Artie would have some choice things to say reserved especially for her.

"And you!" He pointed his finger at Helena. She straightened her posture in an attempt to convey that she would not be cowed by one Artie Nielsen. "You are a lying, deceitful, manipulative woman who should never have been allowed back into the Warehouse unless you were encased in bronze!"

"Artie, may I respectfully remind you that if you had not pulsed the electrical system, nothing would have gone wrong with my time machine?" she said simply. Helena stood her ground. She understood that Artie hadn't yet forgiven her for killing McPherson, but the way he treated her was simply unacceptable; she had the full support of the Regents in her reinstatement as an agent of the Warehouse.

"That is not the point, H.G.! How was I supposed to know what was going on when none of you told me? Pete and Myka could've died! And then I would be stuck with you as my only agent!" Artie turned his back on Helena to address Pete, Myka, and Claudia. He sighed, and ran his fingers through his mop of unruly greying hair.

"Please, please, please promise me that you will bring all artifact-related issues to me before doing anything this drastic in the future?" His inflection implied a question, but everyone knew that what Artie was saying was most definitely an order.

Myka mumbled, "Yes, sir," and Pete nodded as he stared at the floor.

Claudia, in an attempt to soften Artie's terrible mood, snapped to attention and barked, "Aye, aye, Captain!" with a quick salute and a little grin, which only earned her a sideways glare from Artie.

"Claudia, this is not a joke. Now go back to Leena's and get some food and some sleep, because tomorrow all of you will be very busy doing inventory. And don't let that womanout of your sight!"

Helena rolled her eyes at the back of Artie's head and bit back a scoff. While the impulse to treat Artie to a caustic reply was almost too overwhelming for her to ignore, Helena knew that she mustn't provoke the senior agent when he was quite so volatile. So, fighting the urge to snap at him, she kept her mouth firmly closed and followed the rest of the exhausted agents out of the Warehouse.

1:32 p.m. MST
Rapid City Regional Airport
Rapid City, South Dakota

As soon as they had landed in Rapid City and the fasten seatbelt sign had blinked off, Mulder switched his cell phone back on and saw that he had seven missed calls from the Lone Gunmen.

"Hold on, Scully, the Gunmen called. I bet they have more info for us on that warehouse. I'm gonna call and see what's up," Mulder said, holding the phone up to his ear as it began to ring.

Scully hummed her acknowledgement as she struggled with the overhead compartment. She really was a little too short to grab their carry-ons from the bin, so she stepped onto the seat's armrest, hoisting herself up with her hand on the edge of the compartment. Grabbing the handles of her small satchel and Mulder's slightly larger duffle bag in her free hand, she swung them out of the compartment and into the aisle, accidentally hitting Mulder in the back of the head as she did so.

"Jeeze, Scully, watch where you're swingin' those things!" Mulder rubbed the back of his head.

"Maybe if you had helped me with our bags I wouldn't have accidentally hit you, Mulder," Scully said, not bothering to apologize.

"Yeah, Langly, I'm fine." Mulder said, turning away from his grouchy partner. "Scully just whacked me with our carry-ons. We're getting off the plane now." He paused, ignoring Scully and listening intently to Langly on the other end of the line as they began to slowly move up the aisle toward the front of the plane.

"Uh, I'm guessing that's a lot of volts?" Mulder whistled a low, quick note, apparently in surprised awe at what Langly had just told him. "And now the signal is just gone? And you didn't find records on that warehouse. Okay. Call me back if you find anything else. Thanks, guys." Mulder hung up and shook his head as they walked through the hallway that connected the plane and the gate.

Scully was lagging slightly behind him, laden with both their bags and struggling to keep up with Mulder's quick, long-legged strides.

"Um, Mulder? Mind giving me a little help here?"

Mulder turned around and spied his partner with his duffle awkwardly slung over one shoulder and her own bag clutched precariously under the other arm.

He grinned and reached for his bag. "That's what you get for hitting me in the head with it."

"Shut up, Mulder. What did the Gunmen say?" she asked, following him as he resumed walking. She really was curious; they'd never seen anything quite like this, and although she knew that the phenomena most likely had an entirely rational scientific explanation, she was intrigued nonetheless.

"Well, about six and a half hours ago, the electrical signal spiked sky high and then just disappeared. They've been monitoring the site since then, but all anomalous activity seems to have completely stopped."

"And that means, what, exactly?"

"I guess we'll find out when we get to Univille, Scully."