"Interesting family you have," noted Reaper as Séance took another shovelful of dirt from the ground.

"Would you please tell me why you're digging up my best friend?" hissed Space.

"Cert-ainly," smiled Séance, "You see, while I was dead, I found out that-"

As he dug he wove a tale that seemed like a load of bullshit. However, all Space could do was stare in disbelief when Séance unearthed the corpse of a rather unfortunate member of the Temps Aeternalis.

"So he's going to assasinate JFK," explained Séance as he finished with the shovel.

"I should've cut that kid while he was sleeping," Kraken growled.

Spaceboy massaged his temples. How could everything go so terribly wrong in such a short amount of time? First Claire, now his brother was a time-travelling assassin who was about to kill the President of the United States. What next? A giant pink unicorn was going to come and destroy the city?

"All we have to do," Séance said, "Is go back and stop him. It really is as simple as that."

Now this he was going to have an issue with.

"Do you even know how to work this?" asked Kraken speculatively.

"Of course!" Séance said, hurt.

"You know that I respect time travelling as much as the next person," said Space uncertainly, "But-"

"You're going to bring up Ancient Egypt again," Kraken said, "aren't you?"

"What happened there?" Reaper asked, curious.

"Well," grinned Séance, "Do you wanna know how the Sphinx really lost its nose?"

"I think we've heard quite enough," Space interrupted loudly, "All I'm trying to say is that we should probably think this through a little more."

"Hmmmmm," said Reaper, "The Kennedy assassination equals your brother which equals Cat. Hmmmmmm, Cat or aimlessly meandering around the city? I'm done thinking. Sign me up."

"Nobody asked you," Kraken snapped.

Reaper raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Séance shrugged and bent down further into the grave.

"Look," Space said, "We need to find Ghost to save Claire. But how do we even know that he went back in time yet? He might be in a café right now and we wouldn't know?"

"Are you willing to take that chance with your niece's life?" Reaper asked nonchalantly.

"Once again," Kraken said, "No one asked you."

Rolling his eyes Reaper went to stand by Séance.

"Maybe we are over thinking this over too much," said Kraken, "If the little shit has gone back in time, or if he is, we'll be there waiting for him. It's as simple as that."

"I know, I know," said Space, "How do we even know that Séance knows how to work that thing though? If we get stranded-"

"Enough talking," said Séance, "Let's flower power our asses the hell outta here!"

Too late Space realized what his brother had been doing in the grave. He had started fiddling around with a piece of machinery on the corpse. As Space and Kraken watched in horror Séance leaned forward and pressed a button. Space moved forward but he was thrown back by a blinding swirl of colors. Then he hit the ground hard and for a moment he saw stars.

Stumbling he got to his feet. At first all he was able to take in was the humidity. Soon after that he noticed the thick jungle and tall grass. A blood-red sky light up the entire clearing that they were in. It was about then that he realized he wasn't in Dallas. Not unless they had missed the mark and gone back into the prehistoric era. God he wished that hadn't happened.

Looking behind him he saw Kraken with a similar look on his face. Reaper was off a little further ahead of him, bent over and looking at something. Séance was standing with a stupid look on his face.

"So much for knowing what you're doing," Kraken snorted.

"I knew what I was doing!" huffed Séance.

"Obviously not," Spaceboy said, "So where exactly are we?"

Séance raised a hand and waved it around vaguely.

"That is a very good queston," he said, "and one that I have absolutely no idea how to answer."

"Excellent."

"Hey Umbrella Bastards?" Reaper called from where he was, "I think you should come see this."

"I swear," said Kraken as they walked over, "As soon as Claire's safe then I'm ripping him limb from limb and mailing each piece to a separate crematorium."

As they approached they saw that Reaper was looking at a corpse. From where he stood Space couldn't see the object of his interest.

"Now I never tried to learn anything after I killed Lenore," said Reaper, "Which meant I stopped my formal education at fifteen. However, I was under the impression that Kennedy was assassinated in 1963."

"He was," Space said.

"Then how do you explain this?"

Reaper withdrew to show them the bodies of two obviously American, and very obviously dead, . More then that he was holding one of the man's dog tags. Each dog tag was stamped with the date; 1960. It was only then that Space realized that the sky wasn't blood-red by coincidence. An explosion rocked the ground to confirm his theory. He turned angrily to Séance.

"You dumped us in VIETNAM?!"

Kraken turned to Séance.

"You suck."