The trek from the abandoned cabin to the supply depot took a few miles and hours later. When they approached the supply depot just outside the nearest city, Dorothy stopped. She pointed to the center of the town and said, "There's the city. There's a supply tent just on the outskirts."

Mason asked, "So, what? Are we just going to walk in there and ask to see their tea?" When everyone turned to look at him, he shrugged, eyes wide before adding, "It's not like their going to hand it over now, are they?"

Dorothy replied, "We might be able to ask for rations. Then we should see where they are holding the tea."

"And if they refuse?" Rufus asked. He eyed the others before saying mostly to himself, "Please don't say that we're going to go running in, guns blazing-"

Wyatt stated, "We go to Plan B."

Rufus muttered as he followed the rest into the town, "Running in, guns blazing..."

Mason shook his head as he heard the heavy sigh come from his friend.

Once they reached the resupply depot, Dorothy took point. She approached the officer in charge. After saluting, she said, "Private Smith with the 1st. I'm here to gather supplies for the line."

The commanding officer looked her up and down, then eyed the group of men standing behind her. He studied his paperwork on his clipboard. Without raising his eyes, he said, "I'm not seeing that you're scheduled for resupply at this time."

"I understand that sir," she started. "But my commander sent me here personally to gather our supplies. We've been hit harder these past few weeks-"

"I don't care if you're the bloody Queen," the man stated, finally glaring at her. "You're not on the list for resupply, boy."

Wyatt stepped forward. "We've come a long way to bring these supplies back. Our commander won't be happy to hear that you've rejected his orders." Wyatt looked at his rank and added, "Sergeant. And besides, if we have to leave and come back here, it might not help your cause any."

The man furrowed his brow at Wyatt. "And when, pray tell, did you Yanks suddenly decide to make your presence known?" Before Wyatt could retort, the man stated, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're spies."

"No sir," Dorothy quickly stated. "We're just tired. It's been a long and hard journey to get here." She turned and pointed to Mason. "He's got trench foot." She pointed to Rufus and said, "He's got fainting fits from not eating enough." She turned back to the Sergeant. "There are more on our line that are worse and couldn't make the trip out here. Even being away from the line, even for ten minutes feels like a lifetime. So please," she begged. "Please, just... help us out here."

The man studied the group before him. He sighed, asking Dorothy questions about the unit as he scribbled down the information onto his clipboard. He waved them into the tent. "This way."

They followed the man into the tent. Crates and boxes were stacked high within the confines of the tent, neatly organized. As they rounded the corner, they were ambushed by a group of soldiers, aiming their weapons at them.

The team, including the Sergeant and Dorothy, held their hands up as Emma and her agents who were disguised as troopers, approached them, taking their weapons away. Emma smirked at the group. "I can't even say that I'm surprised to see you here."

The Sergeant demanded, "Who are you people? How did you get in here?"

Emma ignored his questions. She faced the group, gun aimed at them. "I have to say, I am a bit impressed that you figured it out without good ol' Princess Lucy's help."

"Like it was hard?" Wyatt taunted. "You've gotten sloppy."

Rufus muttered under his breath, "What are you doing? Don't piss her off!"

Emma smiled. "You're too late, you know..."

"What do you mean?" Dorothy asked, fearing the answer. "Too late for what?"

Emma replied, "The tea's been distributed. It won't be too much longer before the soldiers succumb to the poison."

"Poison?" the Sergeant asked shocked and confused. "What are you talking about? What poison?"

Emma sighed, rolling her green eyes, clearly frustrated and annoyed with the man. She aimed her gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Hot blood splattered onto Flynn and Dorothy's jackets. They watched as the man's body collapsed to the floor, bright red blood pooling out around their feet. Dorothy shrieked.

When Emma pointed her gun at Dorothy, Wyatt shouted, "Wait! Wait!" Emma paused, curious as to what Wyatt could possibly have to say. He asked, "At least tell us what the purpose of this is... why would you want to kill a bunch of soldiers who are most likely going to die in this war anyways?"

Lowering her gun, she laughed. "You really haven't a clue, do you?" She scanned their blank faces. "Oh, how much you rely on Lucy...Speaking of Lucy, where is she?" Emma asked as she looked around the team. When no one spoke, she smirked. "It doesn't matter, we'll get to her eventually...now, you want to know why we're here? Why the opium matters?" When the team waited patiently, she continued, "Opium is a problem in our timeline. It's a daily war for some who are addicted to it. Opium dens are booming all over the world."

"So what?" Wyatt asked, carefully. "You're going to jumpstart the war on opium?"

She scoffed. "You think too small, Wyatt. There's a bigger picture to all of this than you can possibly imagine."

"Explain it," he said. "If we're not seeing the bigger picture, then what is it?"

She sighed, raising an eyebrow at them. "Not that I need to explain anything to you, but..." she thought for a moment before continuing. "We have a lot of powerful allies who have become quite addicted to the stuff. It's rendered them useless to us."

Flynn was the first to connect the dots. "You're changing history to wipe opium from the map so you have your contacts back."

"Ding-ding!" She chimed, looking over at him. "Do you want a gold star?"

Rufus looked confused. "But... how is opium here going to change history enough for opium to be wiped away in our timeline? I don't understand." He looked at her and added, "Besides, isn't that a good thing? Since when does Rittenhouse do things for good instead of evil?"

She shot him an annoyed glance. "Again, you're so small minded." She raised her gun back at the group. "It's a wonder how you people have managed to keep up with us for this long."

Just as Emma was about to pull the trigger on her gun, which was pointed at Dorothy, a group of soldiers came into the tent. They saw the situation and began opening fire on Emma and her men. Every one dodged for cover.

While the exchange of firepower raged on within the tent, the team had no options other than laying low and keeping an eye out for an opportunity to take control back.

Dorothy cringed behind supply crates as the bullets whizzed by. Her eyes landed on a lantern. She scrambled forward and grabbed it, pulling it back towards the group. She turned the flame up and looked at Wyatt. He nodded, taking the lantern from her and chucking it over the boxes they were hiding behind.

Flames erupted against the supply crates on the opposite end of the tent. Screams and shouts were heard. Flynn and Wyatt watched as Emma and her team retreated from the tent. The soldiers who had come in to, in a way, save the day, had started pulling their wounded out of the tent.

Cries for fire were heard outside, and buckets of water began to emerge. The soldiers were trying desperately to save the supply station they had worked so hard to keep up and running.

Dorothy and the team took off out of the tent, hands raised as they exited for they were greeted by the members of the British Forces. She immediately began explaining that they were ambushed by a group of Nazi spies and the tea supply was tainted; that they had stumbled upon a group of their own men who were already dead from it.

The team stood by, waiting to hear what was happening. Dorothy approached them. She stopped a few feet from them and explained what she told the commanding officer at the supply station.

Rufus asked, "So, what happens now?"

She replied, "Orders are being sent out now to all companies to destroy their tea supplies. It might be too late for some, but at least those who didn't have the tainted tea might survive long enough to end this war."

"What about you?" Mason asked. "What will you do?"

"I'm going to go back to the lines, make sure that my men are safe, and then..." she trailed off for a moment. "Then I will write my article about the spies who infiltrated our supply stations to try and poison the men."

"After all this, you're still planning on staying out here to prove a point?" Wyatt asked.

She smiled at him. "I have a purpose now - clearer than when I started. I'm going to see it through to the end. I have you all to thank for that." Just as they were about to go their separate ways, she stopped and asked, "I have one question though. What did that woman mean by "our timeline"?"

The team exchanged glances and Mason cleared his throat. "She's crazy. I wouldn't listen to much of what she had to say." That answer seemed to make sense to Dorothy, though she seemed not to believe it fully. Graciously, she said nothing more and watched as the team took their leave.

Present Day

The computers were beeping rapidly, the tables were vibrating, then suddenly, the Lifeboat popped back into view. Loud whirring was heard before it started to slow down and stop.

Agent Christopher and Lucy approached the steps that sat before the Lifeboat, anxiously waiting on the team to emerge. Jiya and Tenley stayed by the monitors and waited.

The door to the Lifeboat opened, and one by one, the team exited. Mason was the first one out. He stretched slightly before he descended the steps.

"How was it?" Christopher asked.

Mason shook his head. "Not the England I remember."

Christopher shook her head. Wyatt was next, then Flynn, and Rufus. She looked up at them and asked again, "How'd it go?"

Wyatt looked between Lucy and Agent Christopher. "You tell me... what does history say now about Dorothy Lawrence?"

Lucy's smile was wide. "She's amazing. Did you actually meet her?"

Wyatt furrowed his brow at her. "Yeah..."

Before Lucy could ask any other questions, Rufus asked, "Did she still die alone in that mental hospital?"

"Oh my God!" Lucy exclaimed. "That's what happened in our original timeline?" When Rufus nodded, she stated, "She's a brilliant journalist. She had written a best selling memoir about her time on the line, disguised as a man, and how she single-handedly took down a Nazi plot to poison all of the English troops with tea."

"Single-handedly, huh?" Wyatt asked, clearly frustrated.

"So, do we still need to get some poppies to show our appreciation in November?" Rufus said mostly in jest.

Lucy looked at him confused. "What?"

"Poppies," Mason stated. "Are what we use in England to show gratitude and remembrance for the soldiers who served and died in WWI."

Lucy shook her head. "No, it's not." When the team looked confused, she explained, "It's the carnation. Poppies were outlawed over the opium tea assassination plot."

"So, there's no opium war raging on in the world?" Wyatt asked.

Tenley spoke up. "Opium hasn't been in production since the early 1930s." When the team looked at her, almost in shock to hear what she said, she added, "They teach this part of history to us in our first couple of years in Med School."

Wyatt exchanged glances with the team before saying, "Then, we might have failed our mission."

"What do you mean?" Christopher asked.

Wyatt stated, "Emma said something about doing this so that opium addiction would be non-existent in our timeline. Looks like she succeeded."

"But that doesn't make sense," Lucy started. "Because they're-"

Rufus cut her off. "Because they're evil and this is something good for mankind?" When Lucy nodded at him, he added, "Yeah, I said that too."

"Emma said that they had important contacts that were addicted to opium and they were useless to them in that stage. I think she changed history for the better to have access to these...contacts," Flynn stated.

Denise asked, "How do we know that she was telling the truth?"

"Why would she lie about something like that?" Lucy asked, turning to Agent Christopher.

Christopher was about to interject when Wyatt stated, "I think she thought that she had the upper hand on us back there...I think she got cocky and spilled the beans early. She was fully intent on killing all of us."

Christopher nodded slowly, taking it all in. "One good deed always has something else attached to it. We'll figure it out later." She looked up and said, "Good work, as always. Get some rest."

As the team started to disperse, Tenley approached Flynn. She noticed the blood splatter on his jacket, but realized that it wasn't his blood. She worried though, that his own wound might not be healing well since his trip through time. "I was hoping that I could take a look at your wound? Make sure that it's healing all right?"

Flynn nodded. "Lead the way." He didn't want to have a check-up as he was ready to sleep, but he knew that if he didn't go willingly with her, she'd pester him until she laid eyes on the wound.

They walked in silence to the infirmary. Once inside, she ordered, "Take your jacket off, please." He did as he was told, sitting down on the exam table as he waited. She approached him and started putting gloves on her hands. "Mind lifting your shirt for me?" He lifted it up over the bandage and watched as she carefully felt around the dressing before peeling a corner down and taking a peek inside. She asked, "How's it feeling?"

He replied, "It's sore, but fine." When her dark eyes met his, he repeated, "I'm fine."

She nodded slowly, taking in his words. "Okay. Just...take it easy, okay?" He returned the nod as he lowered his shirt. She asked, "Are you in any pain?"

"Nothing I can't handle," he stated.

She let a soft sigh out. "Okay...I guess you're good to go."

He hopped off the table and started for the door. It was only after he left that she remembered that she wanted to ask him about his use of the word "Nine" before he left. She decided that it wasn't worth asking about anymore, especially since it had happened once.

Just as Flynn had left, Wyatt had entered. He motioned to his arm. "Mind taking a look at this, if you have a moment?"

Tenley motioned him over to the exam table. She could clearly see that he had already dressed the wound in the field, but upon further inspection, it was only a graze. She set to the task of getting it cleaned up and bandaged.

Rufus looked through one of the history books that Lucy had in her room. He read through page after page on Dorothy Lawrence. He chuckled as he said, "I can't believe that she has whole chapters written about her."

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked in genuine interest.

Rufus studied a picture of the woman as he explained, "There wasn't anything out there about her, other than a few paragraphs. Before we left, you told us that she had been tortured as a spy, forced to sign some kind of affidavit to keep quiet about what she saw, then died all alone in a mental hospital...you said it was mysterious to you."

"Sounds like it would be," she admitted. "I can't imagine someone living a life like you're describing, especially because of everything that she has done for the world. I mean, she helped end the first World War by exposing what she assumed the Nazi spies were trying to do. It saved millions of lives, not just during the war, but after."

Rufus closed the book and handed it back to Lucy. He asked, "Do you think that Rittenhouse is trying to do good? I mean, getting rid of the opium crisis is a good thing, right?"

Lucy thought about it for a moment. "I think that's a good side effect for the world, but what does that mean for their plans? You guys said that Emma mentioned contacts that were addicted to opium and that's why she was doing it, right? Who's to say these contacts are worse than they are?"

Rufus shuddered to think about it. "Let's hope they're not."

Lucy mulled over the details that the team had shared with her. She wished that she would have been able to go on the mission, just so she'd have the true history to reflect on. She couldn't imagine living in a world so ravaged by opium and thought that maybe it was for the best that she didn't know about it. But curiosity always got the better of her.

Rufus pointed out, "You're thinking pretty hard about something."

Lucy's concentration was broken. "Sorry, I'm just trying to understand what their motives are behind all of this."

"Rittenhouse?" Rufus asked. When Lucy nodded, he suggested, "Maybe they aren't as evil as we think." After Lucy and Rufus exchanged doubtful glances, he burst into a small laugh. "What am I saying? They're evil. Who knows what they are up to?"

Lucy smiled up at Rufus just as he started to take his leave of her room. She sat there, trying to think of a reason for Rittenhouse to do what they were doing. She tried to think back to conversations with her mother when she was being held against her will to do Rittenhouse's bidding. She realized that her mother hadn't trusted her enough to tell her much of anything - especially when it involved any of their allies and contacts.

She stood up and put the book that Rufus was looking through back on her shelf. It had it's place, just like all the other books. Occasionally, Lucy would pull all the books off her shelf, just to reorganize them, but they'd always end up back on the shelf in the same place they were before. She believed it to be calming and almost therapy for her anxiety regarding these travels through time.

A knock on her door broke her concentration. She turned to see who was visiting her now. Flynn poked his head into her room. "Mind if I join you for a moment?" She nodded and he stepped inside. He stood near the door, with his hands in his pants pockets. "I wanted to see how you're doing."

She narrowed her brown eyes at him. "I'm fine...thanks for asking?"

He smirked slightly, but she could tell there was something on his mind. She waited a moment to see if he'd continue. When he finally spoke again, he admitted, "I wanted to talk to you about something that happened on the mission."

"Okay," she said, sitting down, waiting to hear what he had to say. She figured that it was related to Dorothy Lawrence and was about to pull the book back out from it's place on the shelf.

"It's something that Emma said when we were ambushed," he started. He looked at her and sighed. "I think they're planning something terrible for you."

"What do you mean, 'something terrible'?" she asked for clarification.

He shifted in his place. "She was looking specifically for you and questioned why you weren't there. She also said that they'd get to you eventually." He shrugged. "It might just be her normal threat, but it sounded different than the threats in the past, more ominous."

Lucy slowly nodded, taking in this information. "Thanks...?"

He studied her face. "I won't let anything happen-"

She cut him off. "I know." She realized her voice seemed a bit sharp, so she added, "Neither will anyone else."

An awkward silence fell upon the room and he took this moment to nod his goodbye and exit her room. She sat there, blinking at that evening's events. Her mind was racing, trying desperately to gather facts, to make sense of everything, but it wasn't like it was the history she knew - things were changing and she wasn't keeping up. She could feel her anxiety levels rising, so she started to pull her books off the shelf, dust them, organize them, and place them back onto the shelf. For some reason, her mind couldn't calm down.

She headed out of her room, towards the one place she thought might be able to help her out with her anxiety.