After they dropped Raine off with Garland, Audrey insisted that they go back to the Gull, just to be sure that Duke really wasn't there, and they found his note to her. Fortunately, it had Mosley's street address scrawled on the back of it when the letter mailed decades earlier hadn't.

It was only a short drive to Mosley's house, so sooner than she anticipated, they were standing in front of Mosley's front door. Looking at Nathan, she said, "according to Duke's letter, Stuart Mosley was the last person he saw." She rapped lightly on the door. "Now let's find Stuart so he can bring Duke back before he breaks more butterfly wings," she said.

"Yeah, that guy in the past, the sooner the better." Nathan put a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up at him, he said, "I don't know if it's a good or bad thing that at least he can't change the date of when the Hunter arrives."

Audrey shook her head. She didn't know either. After a moment they realized that the door was not going to be answered. But the big old car in the driveway suggested that the owner was home, and hopefully wasn't merely avoiding them.

"I'll circle around back," Audrey told him, and Nathan approached a table that had pictures on it. He figured that it was another clue that the man was home because most people wouldn't leave there family relics outside when the weather was so changeable. One picture caught his eye, so he picked it up. It seemed to be the man and his family. This gave him an idea, and he wanted to talk to Audrey about it, so he also went around the back house to find her.

By this point Audrey had discovered the old man still tending to his tomatoes. "Stuart Mosley?" she asked.

The man didn't seem to be all that concerned that he was being spoken to. So, he just nattered on about how he was going to have to pull the plant soon.

Hoping that he was not as addled as June was, Audrey went on gamely. "I'm wondering if a friend of mine came to see you." Somehow she sensed that telling him that Duke was the father of her baby would not be a good idea. Not if something Duke had done had prompted the man to put him in the past. It was probably also a good thing that Raine was with Garland, considering how much her coloring resembled her father's. "He's tall, he had long hair," she said, indicating that with her hands despite the fact that he hadn't bothered to turn around as she spoke to him.

Mosley straightened up. "The man from the past."

"The past," Audrey asked, uncertain.

He finally turned to look at her. "Why, you almost her. You're not, of course. She was different, but…" He ducked his head, no longer wanting to look at her. "Please go. I don't want to have another episode."

Audrey was on the verge of asking how he'd known her grandmother because it seemed as though he would have to have, but at that moment Audrey realized that Nathan had come up behind her when he said, "Parker, I'm thinking that-"

Mosley said "oh my God" in a strangled voice, and then Nathan was gone.

"Nathan," Audrey said in horror.

"I knew that man, like the other one." Mosley said, angrily jabbing a finger in the air. "You have to leave. Bad things happen when I get upset like this."

Audrey just stared at him for a moment, wondering what worse could happen. And then, she ran. As fast as she could. Nathan and Duke were both lost in the past, at the mercy of the man who was clearly going senile if he thought that they were people he knew.

Somehow, she was sure that if she was in the past two she would be of no use in helping Nathan and Duke get back and that it was no time to make sure she was completely immune to the troubles - what if something Duke had done in the past suddenly changed that? Instinctively, she knew that somebody in the present had to know what was going on. Or maybe they would be trapped forever.


August 1955

After Duke had conned someone out of enough money to buy the pencil, paper, and postage he needed to write Audrey a letter and pray she could somehow get him out of the mess he was in, Duke wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He felt anxious. He knew he couldn't change things in the past, but he couldn't help being there. He figured the best thing to do was go somewhere that he would have a limited effect on people. Idly he thought about running off into the woods, but really, living off of the land was more Nathan's thing than his. Duke could navigate around the world, but the idea of eating twigs and sticks didn't appeal.

The more he thought about it the more he became resolved to heading back othe bar where Junior worked. The more he thought about it, the more plausible an idea it became. After all, think of all the times you've been in crowded places, you never remember the faces of the people that shared space so intimately with you unless you made the active choice to do so. Besides which, bars were notorious places to hang out for the less well off of society. Briefly he wondered why he couldn't have moved forward 10 years and be in the 60s. Then he wouldn't have to have all the comments about his long hair. Damn, he thought, the conditioner he used normally hasn't even been invented yet. Duke hoped Audrey would rescue him soon.

The restaurant owner walked into the bar feeling better than he had now that he had a plan of action, or rather, of in action. Junior was still behind the bar and Duke walked over and grasped his hand in a firm shake. "I just want to thank you for bailing me out." Duke took a seat on the stool in front of Junior. "Thought I was going to be in there until The Beatles."

Junior looked confused. "The who?"

Realizing Duke had just let his lips go on autopilot, he answered "Them too." Silently he cursed himself for his stupidity. Who knew time travel would be so hard? He decided to change the subject. "The thing is I'm actually looking for an old friend of mine and, uh, truth be told, I'm a little short of funds." He saw Junior pull away and doubted his bail bonds man would consent to giving him a job on the spot. Instead he felt the gold coin that he had wished his father a happy birthday on a lifetime ago. Pulling it out of his pocket he bent forward, showing it to the young man before him. "This is a real gold doubloon." Junior stopped cleaning the bar and nodded noncommittally. "My dad gave it to me. I'll trade you for whatever you've got in your wallet right now." Duke's eyes light up with anticipation as he watched Junior follow the coin in his hands.

Junior's hands were warm and calloused as he pulled the coin from Duke's hand. "I've got a kid who loves pirates. He'll get a kick out of this," the other man said as he pulled out his wallet.

Duke slapped the bar in victory. "All Right!" he crowed. He took a sizable wad of money from Junior and fervently prayed it wasn't all 1 dollar bills while stating "Thank you."

Junior flipped the coin, making it chime in the air and caught it, smiling. He walked away calling to the young kid that helped him in the fight "Eddie, I need a hand with the new stock." The teenager broke off his flirting with the young woman in front of him and dashed off after the bartender.


Duke felt a crushing disappointment when a familiar voice behind him said, "Got your letter. It said you'd be here."

He turned to look at Nathan, having to bite his tongue to keep from yelling at him. They were supposed to bring him out of the past, not join him there. He looked past Nathan, hoping not to see Audrey, and was somewhat relieved when he didn't. "Is she with you?" he hissed anyway.

Nathan slowly shook his head. "Not that I've seen."

Duke's heart stopped galloping so hard. If Audrey wasn't there, at least there was some hope that she would figure out a way to extract them both from 1955.

Nathan didn't seem to immediately grasp the fact that him being there was not an improvement. Instead, he seemed ready to formulate a game plan about how they might make their own way out of the past. "Mosley's got to be somewhere in 1955," he said, pushing something across the table they'd taken up possession of. "But before we get him to send us back we've got to get him to fix whatever you did to change the future."

Duke looked at him, unwilling to take responsibility for any sort of changes, and afraid to ask what they were. "No, look, I kept a very low profile, okay? I know the rules."

Nathan half smirked. "The rules?"

"The time travel rules."

"So you've done nothing of consequence," Nathan asked, doubt plainly written on his face. "Since you've been here?"

"Absolutely nothing," he said gesturing emphatically but then he caught sight of Junior cleaning a glass of the bar. Putting his hand to his forehead he said "okay, I… I…Mmm. I may have saved one person's life."

Nathan looked over towards where Duke's eyes pointed, and seems surprised. "The bartender?"

"His name is Junior. And it was instinct."

"Great," Nathan said grumpily. "If he was supposed to die, you screwed up the natural order. Now even if we get home it is a completely different Haven."

"Like the Gull could be a frozen yogurt shop and I could be a total douche?"

Nathan nodded. "Or it's a completely different Haven."

"That was good," Duke admitted, realizing he had walked into that one. But then, he became alarmed. If the past had already changed, before Nathan got there, would Nathan be aware of it? All of it? Wide-eyed, he looked at Nathan and demanded to know, "Are Audrey and Raine okay?"

"They were when I got dragged here." Nathan said to his vast relief and shrugged. "But who knows what's gone wrong since?"

That was a good point, but not one that Duke was prepared to think about at that very moment. Looking over at the bartender, he felt bad. "Junior is a good kid in all, but if you supposed to die, then he has to die. Those are the rules."

The man in question brought over their drinks, and Nathan looked up at him after Duke thanked him. "Little old for a Junior, are you?" Nathan asked, not sounding too friendly.

The bartender smiled anyway. "Real name's Roy. Roy Crocker," he offered before wandering back to the bar.

Duke been in mid-sip, and he choked. Nathan lacked sympathy for his sudden swallowing difficulty and asked irritably, "any relation?"

Still stunned, Duke managed to get out, "that's my grandfather."

"You saved your grandfather's life?" Nathan asked heavily.

"Nathan, I didn't know who he was!" Duke protested. "And according to the journal, Sarah was supposed to kill him today. She wasn't even in that bar fight. Hell, she's not even in Haven so far as I've noticed."

This did not convince Nathan, who shook his head. "You knocked Roy off his path. I mean maybe Sarah was supposed to get to him at the hospital, or, or run his ambulance off the road. We'll never know how it was supposed to happen."

All that Nathan said was true, but it didn't make it any easier. "He just seems so…" Duke flapped his hand helplessly.

"What, harmless?" Nathan demanded to know.

"Yeah," Duke agreed faintly.

"Roy's like your father. He murders the Troubled. If he lives, Dave kills Vince."

As little fondness as Duke has for the Teagues, even he realized that this was not a good thing. There have been times when one or the other has been instrumental in cases that could have gotten Audrey killed, so if one got dead and the other got locked up for it things could get very bad for her. "So what do you want me to do? You want me to kill my own grandfather?" Duke asked heatedly, fueled by guilt. Then he covered his head with his hands. "Oh my God. And maybe my trouble ends too. Lucky me."

"Kill your own, to kill your trouble," Nathan said in a way that suggested that he thought it was a good idea.

"No." Duke reared back. "I can't think of it like killing him, okay? It's just setting things right. I mean, he was supposed to die anyways. In fact, actually gave him a little extra time."

They both looked at the man behind the bar, who was minding his own business and going on with things as if he wasn't having his murder plotted across the room. Nathan gave Duke a doubtful look. "You sure you can do this?"

"If I do, the future Haven goes back to normal. Everybody wins," Duke said with resolve.

For once Nathan seemed like he held some sympathy for him. Looking grim he said, "I'm going to find Stuart Mosley. You said you saw one of the Guard at the police station?"

Duke couldn't take his eyes away from the man that he was supposed to kill. "Yeah."

"Mosley's troubled. Maybe the Guard will know where he is." Nathan stood, ready to leave the bar. Ready to leave Duke alone to do whatever it was he was going to do to Roy. Nathan rolled up his sleeve before he left, showing it to Duke to make a point. "Got the ink. May as well use it."


Meanwhile…

After spending a couple hours trying to figure out a way to convince Stuart to help her, Audrey admitted defeat, and went to get the baby. Then they drove to Stuart's house, and Audrey parked outside to wait for the woman she'd called for help.

When Claire got there, she was clearly agitated. "What are you doing out here?" she asked, tone suggesting that Audrey was insane for being outside the man's home.

"I told you I need your help. You know about PTSD. There's a vet in there who is troubled." She pointed at his house. "I was hoping we could go and speak to him-"

"Did anybody see you? Were you followed?" Claire demanded frantically.

Brow furrowed, Audrey said, "this is weird, even for you. What's wrong?"

Claire looked like she thought Audrey was in need of medication. "You're a fugitive wanted for attempted murder," she said, in a prompting tone, as if worried Audrey was in denial about her crime. "You shot the Reverend Driscoll? He almost died."

"This is just getting worse." Audrey frowned, not happy about the 'almost' part. "They decided not to bring charges against me, last year." Claire looked concerned, most likely because this did not match her own version of events. "Look, we're in an alternate reality," Audrey explained. "We've got a troubled guy in there. He sent Duke and Nathan back in time. And whatever they're doing back there is screwing up now. They're changing Haven as we know it."

Instead of reacting with surprise as one would expect, Claire seemed sad and not because reality had shifted. "Last year? Audrey, it's completely normal to create alternate scenarios when you are grieving. The loss of Nathan, it was devastating for you-"

"What?" Audrey interrupted. "What are you saying about Nathan?"

"His wound got severely infected, and then the antibiotics he was given caused his organs to begin to fail. Even though you donated part of your liver to him, it was too late. After lingering in a coma for two months, he died. If only he hadn't assumed that Duke had done something to you, rather than the Rev's men kidnapping you in retaliation…" Claire trailed off, leaving Audrey to understand that now Nathan died of the gunshot wound he'd gotten while struggling with Duke. The charges about the Rev now made more sense because a big part of the reason she wasn't charged with anything was Nathan's testimony. Of course, if the Rev had lived, she probably wouldn't have gotten off even with Nathan's sworn version of events.

"No, Nathan's still alive," Audrey couldn't help but insist, even though she knew that Claire couldn't believe her. Touching herself lightly below where the baby sling pressed against her, Audrey's hand found the ridge of a surgical scar along her abdomen, which suggested that the changes weren't just in people's minds. "I just need you to help me talk to Stuart Mosely."

"I don't know about Stuart Mosely, but the Boydens have lived here for ten years." Claire put out a hand to stop her. Audrey walked over to the mailbox, which no longer said Mosley. "Look, I'm sure there is a better Haven. But right now in this one, you are not safe. And neither is she. So we need to get you both out of here, right now."

Audrey wanted to protest, and if it had only been her safety at stake she might of. But even if she got Duke and Nathan back, there was no guarantee that Raine would be okay if something happened to her in an alternate reality. "All right."

"Good." Claire glanced at the sleeping baby. "How did you even get her, anyway? I thought Max had custody of her since the trial."

"Max?" Audrey mumbled, then stumbled after her.


August 1955

On his own, Nathan walked to the police station and saw a small boy playing with a car on the sidewalk. When the boy lost his grip on the car and it skidded across the sidewalk, Nathan picked it up and handed it to him.

As Nathan was handing it to the boy, he realized that it was a police cruiser. "Here you go," he told the kid.

"Think I can be a cop when I grow up like you?" the little blond boy asked. He was probably somewhere between five and seven years old.

"Sure. Officer…?" Nathan asked, humoring him. It amused him some that the kid had immediately pegged him as a cop.

"Officer Wuornos. Garland Wournos," the boy declared, looking him in the eye as if to invite a challenge. It was a familiar mannerism.

Nathan stared at him for a moment. And then he smiled. "Yeah. You'll be a real good cop too."

"Thank you, Mister," Garland said. Then he ran off to play, leaving Nathan to look after him.

It made him sad to watch the child run away. Garland had grown up to be a cop, a damn good one, and Nathan liked to think that he was a good one as well. But, it felt as though it would end with him. He couldn't let Jess know that he was still alive. So how could there be another little boy who would want to grow up to be an Officer Wournos?


Inside the station Nathan made contact with the member of the Guard that Duke had noticed there earlier. After saying something offhand to get the other cops to let him "transfer" him to the jail below himself, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt once they were alone, and displayed the tattoo to the man. It was clear that the man also thought that he was an officer there, so he seemed surprised when he said "didn't know the Guard had one of you guys."

Nathan touched his shoulder. "I need you to do me a favor. Just keep walking."

The two of them walked down the stairs and then out of the building like they were supposed to be doing it. No one stopped them, because apparently everybody else thought that Nathan was a genuine Haven police officer too. Which, he was, just not theirs. "Thanks for getting me out of there," the man whispered as they exited the police station.

Outside, Nathan said, "I'm looking for Stuart Mosely. Know where I can find him?"

To his surprise, and delight, the member of the Guard did know. "He's arriving on the 1:15 ferry today. Poor guy. Is he is dangerous as they say?"

Nathan had no idea what they said. "I'd keep my distance." That seemed like good advice, no matter what sort of reputation Mosely had.

Nathan and the man parted company then, not noticing that the police officer had entered the phone booth behind them. That meant that they completely missed the phone call for someone to meet Mosely at the ferry to "take care of him."


Duke had remained at the bar, both too numb with the realization he had saved his grandfather's life and too cautious with regard to changing anymore history. His grandfather had died when his dad was a child, but his father had done little, if anything to promote Roy as the kind man Duke had seen behind the bar. The one that had taken the gold doubloon not for himself, but for his kid.

Duke realized, with horrifying reality, that this was the date that his grandfather was destined to die when Nathan had shown up. Watching Roy fill out the birthday card and slip in the gold piece just was the icing on the cake. Funny how he never really grasped that his Dad's birthday was the same day. It did explain why Simon always got very, very drunk on his birthday.

If this had been later, and Simon had to be put down to stop him from killing Lucy, Duke wasn't sure he'd have the same issues with it as he was having entertaining the thought of killing Junior. Hell, the kid was younger than his grandson. And if Junior lived, might Simon have been a better man? A better father? An image of the three of them together, conjured out of nothing but will and desire danced in his head.

Roy Crocker was not a bad man. Why did he have to die? Nathan didn't have proof that Junior was killing the Troubled. Maybe his trouble had never activated. Maybe for once the butterfly effect could lead to a happier ending then the history that lead to his own shitty childhood. Didn't Raine deserve a better father then the one she got? Ah, but that was the catch 22, the fly in the ointment. If Duke let Junior live, would Raine ever be a consideration in his future?

Duke sipped from the glass bottle. There had to be a way out of this mess that left everyone alive and happy at the end of the day. He just had to find it. All things considered it would be best if Junior's Trouble never manifested. Hell, he couldn't be happy tending bar in this place if he was a secret serial killer. The fresh-faced young man didn't look like he had a murder staining his soul. Duke smiled. Surely that was it, somehow Sarah must have triggered Junior's trouble and killed him on the same day.

Finishing off the bottle, Duke wondered what was taking Junior so long to mail the letter. It wasn't as if the mailbox wasn't visible just outside the door. Come to think of it, Junior wasn't visible at the mailbox either. The beer in his stomach turning sour, the smuggler crept out of the bar, and found Junior taking an envelope from a police officer. The officer was continuing a conversation that had been in progress. "The Troubled guy is arriving on the 1:15." He palmed the revolver in his hand, trying but failing to obscure the bulk of the gun.

"What's his name?" Roy's voice was dull, as if the curiosity was mostly intellectual, and he was steeling himself against something. Duke recognized the tone, having used it a few times in his past.

"Why do you always got to know the name," the officer whined.

Roy acknowledged the man's presence. "Humor me," he commanded.

Looking upset, far more than Roy did, he replied "The guy's name is Stuart Mosley."

Could this day get any worse, Duke wondered, then quickly dashed the thought. It would not do to invoke the power of Murphy's Law. "There is no way you are killing my ride home!" he whispered angrily at Roy, furious and upset that Junior did appear to be the killer Nathan had accused him of being. The Crocker family tree must have been sown in a graveyard with all the murderers in it.

The cop carried on, oblivious to his hidden watcher's distress. "He's an injured war vet, he's in a wheelchair."

Great, killing crippled war heroes. What the hell is wrong with my family? Duke wondered. He reached down and grabbed a pipe, prepared to end Roy. Damn it! It wasn't fair. Why were all the Crocker men such assholes?

The anger in Roy's voice surprised him, though, when Junior hissed "An injured vet? No, I'm done!" Maybe dear old Grandpa wasn't the killer Simon was.

The cop laughed. "You don't say no, Crocker. You've killed before. This is what your Daddy did. What your Daddy's daddy did. You think you're better than them?"

Duke answered in his head for both of them, yes. One of the teaching's from the Dhammpadra ran through his head – Hatred never yet defeated hatred. Only love defeats hatred. That is the law, ancient and immutable.

Junior's soft voice echoed Duke's silent one. "Yeah, I do." The other man began to walk away.

"Crocker," The cop growled, lifting his arm and aiming the pistol at Roy's head.

There really wasn't much of a decision required, in the end. Duke brought the length of pipe down on the officer's head, knocking him out. Junior wasn't the cold eyed killer that Simon was. Some quiet piece of his mind reminded him that Simon had likely been torn apart by the same emotional stresses that had pulled at Duke whenever he'd been in the position of killing someone. He shut that part of his mind down quickly. Junior was much easier to be objective about than his own father.

Roy grabbed for the gun, asking "What are you doing here?!"

"I'll explain later," Duke replied. "Just get out of here!" Duke bent down to ensure that he hadn't killed the prone man on the pavement. Satisfying himself that the other still lived, he dragged the cop off into the shadows. He vowed to find a way to save both of them. Maybe if Junior survived the day, Simon would survive Lucy. Maybe their curse would end.

"And maybe monkeys will fly out of my ass," the man groused to himself. Still, he couldn't keep himself from hoping for a better future.


When Duke met Nathan at the ferry, Nathan looked around furtively before asking "Did you do it?"

"Kill him? No." Nathan looked like he was going to protest, so Duke went on quickly. "Roy is supposed to murder Stuart."

Nathan's eyes nearly fell out of his head. "What?"

"But he refused. My grandfather doesn't want to kill Troubled people either. Roy Crocker is a good guy."

"Who was supposed to die, remember?" Nathan reminded him sharply. "Time-travel rules."

"The timeline is already screwed," Duke said expressively, as if waving his arms around and saying it's already bad would convince Nathan to let him let Roy live. "Look, maybe we can make the future better. We don't know that the changes are all for the worst."

"We are not messing with the time-space continuum," Nathan said flatly, "just so you can work out your daddy issues."

"Don't you mean grand-daddy issues?" Duke asked dryly. "It's okay, Nathan, I can convince Roy to leave Haven. That way, he never has to meet Sarah, and she doesn't have to kill him." Duke gave him his best 'come on, let's be reasonable' smile. "I think Audrey would like not coming from a line of killers just as much as I would, if I could keep my great-great grandfather from killing anyone."

Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Great-great?"

"At least. This trip has been, uh, educational," Duke admitted.

When Nathan stopped talking to look at something, Duke followed his gaze. Behind them a man moved gingerly as he tried to get off the ferry. It took half a second for Duke to notice the redhead that was helping him, but that's where Nathan's gaze was focused.

"There he is," Nathan said, as if he was thinking about Stuart. "He's with Sarah."

Behind the two people getting off the ferry a baby wailed. The woman, who could be no one but Sarah, looked anxious. She quickly helped the injured man into his chair before asking, "Are you going to be okay for a minute?"

Duke didn't hear Stuart's answer, but Sarah nodded and dashed back up the stairs. When she returned there was a sandy-haired baby on her hip. The baby's face was crumpled, and he continued to be fussy. "Oh, it's okay, sweetie. Mommy just had to help the nice man down the stairs, that's all. Now you're back with me. You're okay." The baby looked behind her, probably seeing the person who'd held him for Sarah even if they couldn't where they stood.

After a couple of seconds Sarah found a way to hold the baby safely while she begin pushing the wheelchair. She didn't get very far before Duke got in the way. Stuart looked away, not seeming to notice him, and Sarah looked tolerantly confused. "Cute kid," Duke said quickly. "How old is he?"

Sarah gave him a wary look, as if she was expecting him to say or do something else. When he didn't do whatever it was, she relaxed a little. "Eight months."

"Aww," Duke cooed. "I have two little girls myself."

"How old?" Sarah asked pleasantly.

"Jean's two and Raine's seven weeks."

"Rain?" she asked doubtfully. "Like the weather?"

"Like the weather, but with a silent e at the end. She was born during a hell of a storm," he said, hoping she wouldn't start thinking about what the weather was like seven weeks ago - he sure as hell didn't know what the weather'd been like in June of 1955. "What's his name?" he asked, looking at the little boy who was staring at him instead of wailing.

"James," Sarah said. "I usually call him Jamie, though."

"James, huh? That's a nice strong name for a boy," Duke said quickly, sensing that she was going to make her escape sooner than later. Audrey's uncle continued to stare at him.

"Thank you. But we've got to get going," Sarah predictably said.

"Oh, sorry to keep you. I'm Duke by the way."

"Sarah," she said, then pushed the wheelchair away.

As soon as Duke stepped back to Nathan, Nathan looked at him and said, "What was that all about?"

"The baby's name is James," Duke explained. "He's the Colorado Kid."

Nathan stared as the woman carried the future man of mystery away, murmuring to the man in the wheelchair that she was going to have to change a diaper before they could get going. Duke hope she meant the baby's.


Nathan and Duke followed at a distance, but the trio hadn't gotten very far very fast. First Sarah helped Stuart into the car, then, like many mothers both before and after her, she changed her son's diaper on the seat of the car. Since no one was looking their way, they felt free to continue to watch them.

"Even if Stuart can send us back, we might not have a Haven to go to if you don't fix things with Roy," Nathan said irritably.

Sarah's arrival had distracted him, but Nathan still hadn't forgotten that Duke hadn't offed his grandfather like he was supposed to. He wasn't sure if sending Roy away from Haven would be enough to solve the problem, but given Audrey's request a few weeks earlier, he wasn't eager to out-right demand that Duke kill him, not when it'd be hypocritical to sometimes object to him killing and ask him to do it both.

Duke's expression was grim when he answered. "If Sarah's here, Roy may die whether we want him to or not." It was obvious that he came down on the 'not' side himself.

"I'll follow her, find out what she knows," Nathan told him. "Maybe get close to Stuart," he added, wondering if there was any hope that the man would like him more when he was young than he had when he threw him through time.

"Watch yourself," Duke said seriously. This had Nathan's full attention. "She may look like Audrey, but she's not. And apparently she's a killer."

Nathan bit his tongue to keep from pointing out that Audrey had blood on her own hands. The only reason he didn't blurt it out was because he figured that Sarah's motivations for killing Roy were less selfless than Audrey's saving a teenager from the Rev. Instead he nodded before leaving Duke standing on the dock.