Arnis, Germany - September 28th, 1924

"Wells is an interesting man," the woman Wyatt bumped into, Elinor's mother, explained as she led the four time travelers into the secrecy of her house.

She had introduced herself briefly after she dropped the bomb on them about Agent Christopher, somewhat revealing that there was a more sinister side to her story than any of them were aware of. Elinor's mother explained that her name was Anneliese, that she was a Homeland Security agent from Germany who was recruited to help on the Rittenhouse mission. She was chosen by Agent Christopher herself to be a mole working within Rittenhouse to find out answers as to what the organization was up to, in hopes that they could be a couple steps ahead of the evil organization. Unfortunately, things went a different direction when she was chosen to be the Rittenhouse agent that would be sent back in time to win over Wells's trust to work some information out of him. Unfortunately for her, it resulted in some unforeseen circumstances.

"Understatement of the year," Rufus grumbled, earning a glare from Jiya.

Jiya had been intensely listening to the woman's story, intrigued by the details. She was especially interested in the woman's story because it provided some insight to Elinor. Jiya was still figuring out the peculiar daughter of Wells, and since there was very little Elinor remembered about her mother…

Anneliese glanced quietly over at Rufus from where she stood after she had made her way into the kitchen, her piercing eyes making the man squirm slightly. "You're probably questioning why I allowed myself to end up in such a compromising situation," Anneliese guessed, gesturing to her stomach. "Let's just say Wells is very good with words and knows how to make his women feel special."

Rufus gagged slightly, the rude reaction causing Jiya to slap his shoulder softly. He gave her a dirty glare, which in return encouraged Jiya to roll her eyes slightly at him.

"So, you made the mistake of hooking up with H.G. Wells for information and ended up pregnant with his kid," Wyatt recounted, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed at Anneliese coldly.

Flynn gave Wyatt a dark glare, his jaw clenching slightly. He wasn't thrilled that Wyatt was judging the poor woman, though Flynn had a suspicion that the only reason Wyatt was being so cold towards her had to do with the fact that this woman's mistake exposed this poor child to a life of hell. Seeing that the unborn child was clearly Elinor, Flynn was surprised that Wyatt was even worried about the child. As far as he knew, Wyatt only saw Elinor as a Rittenhouse target and a threat.

Thankfully Jiya decided to pipe up, bringing the woman's hard eyes off of Wyatt's judging glare. "Why aren't you with Wells now? Why face this alone?" Jiya inquired, her eyes wandering to Anneliese's stomach.

Anneliese parted her lips the same way Elinor parted hers when she was in deep thought. Her eyes narrowing slightly, she let out a heavy sigh. "Because I told Wells about Rittenhouse, about their plan to use me to get answers from him. The best plan we could come up with was for me to hide until we could figure out how to solve the Rittenhouse problem," she explained, shaking her head. "But from what you're telling me, Rittenhouse already knows where I am. That's the reason you've been sent back in time, am I correct?"

"I didn't think it was possible for our lives to get any weirder," Rufus groaned, running his hands over his face as Anneliese finished her story. "But yes, we followed Rittenhouse here. We weren't exactly sure why they came here but I think it's safe to bet that they're after you."

Anneliese shook her head, her eyes growing sad as she glanced at the four time travelers darkly. "No, I don't think it's me that they're after," she admitted somberly, her gaze falling to her stomach that she was cradling, a look of pain crossing her face. "I think they're here to take away my Bright One."

Present Day

"Easy now, easy," a familiar voice with a funny accent calmed Elinor as she bolted up suddenly, her eyes wide and her breathing panicked. She gasped softly, her head spinning as a piercing pain flared up. Groaning, she rested her head in her hands, her ears picking up the sound of the voice speaking to her again.

"You need to lay down," the voice encouraged her, a gentle pair of hands coaxing her back into the bed.

Elinor whimpered softly, her eyes squeezing shut as she kept her hands on her head. "Where's Flynn?" she asked weakly, her voice cracking from how dry her throat felt. "I need to make sure that he's okay."

"He's on a mission," another voice spoke soothingly, a hand gently stroking her hair.

Elinor forced her eyes to open and turned her head slowly so that she could take in the two voices that were speaking, her vision blurry for a couple seconds before it finally cleared. Mason was sitting beside her bed, a serious expression on his face as he watched her intensely. Agent Christopher was standing off to the side a bit, a mixed look of relief and concern in her eyes. Lucy was sitting on the bed right by her head, her pale face slowly regaining some color at the sight of Elinor being okay.

Elinor wanted to ask them about their unusual closeness and concerned faces but the dark memory of something she had seen just moments before she woke up crossed her mind, shifting her focus. "I had an awful nightmare," Elinor started, groaning softly as she recounted the vivid dream. "Rufus and Flynn were in some strange house, holding off some men from getting into this room where this woman just kept screaming." Elinor shook her head, her eyes flooding with tears as she drew in her lower lip. "I'm pretty sure that one of the men used a knife on Flynn's arm, hurting him."

Lucy's face darkened as she glanced up at Agent Christopher with concern, before flicking her gaze over to Mason.

Elinor noticed that the three of them were having a secret conversation. She could see it in the way their eyes darkened, their eyebrows would raise, or the way their lips pressed tightly together or twitched. She could tell that they were keeping something from her.

"What's wrong?" Elinor asked finally, bringing their attention back to where she laid. "What aren't you telling me?"

Lucy frowned deeply, her eyes darting between Elinor's questioning glare and Mason's serious expression. Sighing softly, Lucy opened her mouth to speak before Elinor could question them again. "Do you remember how you said Jiya explained her visions to you?" Lucy questioned, her gaze locking with Elinor's eyes.

Elinor nodded slowly, her eyes squinting as she stared up at Lucy. "She said that they were like dreams." Elinor frowned, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Bad dreams, to be exact. She said that they were visions of future events, usually resulting in bad outcomes."

"Right," Mason piped up, nodding his head slowly as Elinor turned her attention to him slowly. "And when Jiya started having these visions, she would appear to be seizing and black out for a short period of time afterwards."

"Wait a second," Elinor sat up slightly, groaning as her head spun lightly. "What does Jiya's visions have to do with my nightmare? I've been having nightmares every time I sleep."

"I don't believe what you just went through was a simple nightmare," Mason explained, his eyes locking with Elinor's. "Lucy found you in a similar state as I had once found Jiya. You were on the floor and Lucy thought you were mildly seizing when in reality, you were having a similar experience as Jiya."

Elinor scoffed softly, shaking her head. "You think I'm having visions? That I'm like Jiya? How does that make sense if I haven't been in any sort of serious time travel incident?"

Mason raised his index finger as a way to stop Elinor from talking, carefully pulling something that was sitting on the floor at his feet.

Elinor paled slightly at the sight of Wells's journal in Mason's hand.

"Did you ever give this a read?" Mason asked, pressing his lips together at the sight of Elinor shaking her head. "Wells talks about you a lot. One would say, these are his letters to you. He even touches on how he sent you forward through time. Are you aware that you were his first time travel subject? You were the first person he ever sent through time in the machine!"

Elinor wasn't thrilled that Mason had taken the liberty to glance through her father's journal, the very journal she had left untouched since she had gotten to the bunker. There was something keeping her from reading the damn thing. She couldn't place if it was because of her fear of what was inside the pages or if it had to do with it unlocking the grief she had been running from over the last couple of weeks.

"Rufus explained to me that you opened up about how the machine had affected your mind, wiping every single memory you had of your life before you left 1931 in Wells's machine. I'm willing to bet that not only did your father's machine wipe your memories but it gave you this ability as well, and the slow return of your memories is only going to trigger more of it," Mason theorized, unaware that Elinor was staring at him blankly, a slight glint of fear in her eyes.

"So what does this have to do with my nightmare?" she asked softly, a nauseous feeling returning to her stomach as she braced herself for what she had already suspected.

"It means that your nightmare was actually a vision of what's about to happen," Agent Christopher decided to respond, her eyes glaring seriously at Elinor. "It means we need to assume the worst and prepare for Garcia Flynn and possibly the others to return back from this mission severely hurt."