Rachel and Five stopped outside the double doors to a hotel room door. Five looked over at Rachel before knocking on the door. The door opened quickly to reveal the Handler. She now sported a brunette hair color, her dress overly ostentatious, as usual.

"Ah!" she smiled broadly," Just in time for nightcap. And Rachel here, too, looking adorable as ever. Even better!"

She left the door open for them. Five hesitated in the doorway, feeling very much like he was selling his soul. Rachel moved into the room first, Five following and looking around before closing the door.

"You know, I don't hate the brown hair," Rachel commented as the Handler poured liquid into three glasses.

"You always were more charming that your lover."

The Handler threw a smile over her shoulder.

"To be clear," Five said, as she came over with three drinks, "we take out the board…you get me and my family home."

Seeing that neither were taking her offerings, she placed theirs back on the table before pacing the room.

"No mores doomsday," Five continued, "No more apocalypse. Is that correct?"

The Handler lay out on the bed casually, watching them with her usual cigarette stick held between her teeth.

"That's the deal."

Rachel glanced between Five and the Handler.

"And no favors after the fact. You'll have the Commission, that should be good enough to leave us alone permanently."

The Handler smiled at her former employees with amusement.

"Always thinking about the future. Yes, no more favors. On either side."

Rachel nodded to Five, who then looked at the Handler seriously.

"Then we're in."

She offered the two of them a folded piece of paper. Five took it and opened it. They read that the board members would be meeting at The Lonely Lodger Inn in Oshkosh, Wisconsin in the year 1982. Rachel and Five looked at each other before looking at the Handler, who heaved herself off the bed.

"Look for the Midwest Soybean Society's meeting. The Board loves using legumes as a cover."

She giggled obnoxiously.

"So, are you trusting Five's time-travelling ability or are you giving us a briefcase?" Rachel queried.

The Handler smirked at the girl before walking over and pulling a briefcase out from under the couch in the room. After tinkering with it for a moment, she handed it to Rachel, her other hand stroking the girl's head, her fingers going through the blonde hair.

"Two hours on this briefcase. That should be more than enough time for you to do what you need to do. If you don't get back to it within that time frame, it will be gone."

Rachel resisted the urge to smack the woman's hand away.

"We'll meet you in the back alley of Morty's when the job is done," Five told the Handler, tugging Rachel back toward him and away from her touch.

Once again by Five, Rachel activated the briefcase and they shortly arrived in broad daylight in 1982. Rachel shielded her eyes from the sun.

"That never stops being jarring. Night to sudden sun."

Rachel glanced back to see Five examining where they were. They were across the circular drive from the lodge. Several people in colorful, cultural garb were heading into the building. Rachel assumed there must be some sort of convention that day. Five found a thick bush close to them, stashing the briefcase underneath. Unless someone was looking for something in the bush, they would never find it.

Five motioned for Rachel to follow him across the street.

"In and out. I'll take lead and go for the board; you keep people out of the hallway. No witnesses. No casualties."

Once again, he was aiming to take the killing on himself.

"Five, I can-"

"We're not debating this."

Rachel sighed. She figured he was mad enough that he had to do this, she might as well let him have his way. As they walked in, the place resounded with polka music. The lobby boasted a high ceiling and a Bavarian-style interior. The lower half of the lodge was stone, while wood made up the upper half. Chandeliers of wire hung from the center area of the ceiling. It was gorgeous. The only thing that Rachel was not a fan of were the taxidermy animals around the place.

Five nodded his head as they entered. Rachel quickly moved off away from him. At the entrance was a woman in a green attendant uniform and sporting quite the perm. She was manning a table welcoming the Wisconsin Polka Association. Five approached her. Rachel paced the length of the room casually, taking her time. She noted a number of people were walking around with coffee in Styrofoam cups. She picked up a brochure for the area on her way around. Making it to the concierge desk, she smiled over at the attendant.

"Excuse me, but my dad spilled some coffee in the hallway. He is part of the Polka Association. Can I get a cloth towel for that?"

"Oh, sure! Don't worry too much if it starts to stain, we have the carpets cleaned regularly."

The male attendant hesitated for a moment, seemingly trying to remember where the towels were before turning into the back room. As he passed by, Rachel easily unclipped his keys from the back of his belt loop. She tightly wrapped the master keys in her hand and held it against her check as he came back holding the towel out to her. Taking it with her free hand, she easily brought it to her other hand to hide the keys.

"Thank you!"

The girl bounded off into the hallway, before slowing as she got far enough into the hallway. People in their colorful outfits were milling around. Rachel folded up the towel and placed it in one dress pocket while slipping the keys into her other pocket. She glanced around, noting a cake table across from her. The end of the hall was were the Board was probably meeting as the Polka Association clearly met in the double doored room near the entrance to the lobby. Rachel sensed Five moving into the hallway. They passed by each other without an indication of knowing each other. Rachel stayed by the hallway entrance, just off to the side, pretending to read her brochure.

Rachel glanced into the hallway in concern as she felt Five's rage spiking and people nearby dashing into the Polka group's room with feelings of worry, annoyance, and concern. She turned and glanced into the hallway.

"Crazy kid…" one person commented as they disappeared.

Rachel looked to her left to find a vandalized vending machine.

"Damn it, Five," Rachel cursed, looking down the hallway and seeing him run a finger through a cake nearby.

Rachel hustled to the double doors near the lobby as Five grabbed a fire axe off the wall by the door to the Muskellunge Banquet Room, where the Board was. She pulled the doors shut on the polka dancers and locked them in with the keys. Sighing, she moved into the lobby to see a few people at the concierge desk with the attendant she had spoken with. Rachel was glad that most of the Polka Association seemed to have joined their members in their allotted room. She grabbed the keys again, locking the front door. A female attendant with dark hair came toward her.

"Young lady, where did you-"

She did not finish as Rachel punched her in the throat, making her gag and grab at her neck. Grabbing a taxidermy fish off the wall by her, she swung at the woman's head with enough force to bring her to the ground. Noticing people by the concierge desk alerted to the sound of the woman's body hitting the floor, Rachel started running. Reaching the desk, she easily smacked one man's head into the desk, knocking him out cold. Before the woman beside him, presumably his wife, could scream, Rachel swept her legs out from under her. Conveniently, her head hit the side of a table, knocking her unconscious. The attendant behind the desk, ran for the phone, but Rachel grabbed the bell on the desk, hitting him in the temple with incredible aim. He clutched his head as Rachel pulled the towel from its pocket and began strangling him with it. She slowly dragged him to the ground as she felt his consciousness fading. Once that was done, Rachel stood up and narrowed her eyes, suddenly remembering someone.

"Where is the woman with the perm?"

Focusing, Rachel felt the woman fall unconscious in the Muskellunge room. More importantly, she sensed AJ escaping down the hallway. She moved to the entrance of the hallway, reaching it with enough time to block him. It had always fascinated her, how the Commission was led by a fish who used a machine body to move. She gave him a fake smile Five would be proud of and a wave.

"Not you, too!" he bemoaned.

Five popped into existence between them wielding a cricket bat.

"Surely we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties. Quid pro quo? What do you say?"

Five tilted his head, cracking his neck.

"Why not? Here's your quid."

Five beat him in the ribs.

"Here's your pro."

The next hit was to AJ's right thigh.

"No! No! Please don't!" AJ begged.

"Here's your quo," Five stated, aiming the bat at the fish tank that served as AJ's head.

The glass smashed as Five hit it, water and AJ flying out into the air. Five sighed heavily. Rachel relaxed a little as she turned toward the lobby.

"I'll find a plastic bag. At least pick him up carefully with this."

Rachel tossed the towel at Five's back, but he easily reached behind him and caught it. She ran to the back room behind the concierge desk and was able to find a large enough plastic bag that held new sheets. Dumping the unused sheets, she filled the bag with water from a bathroom before Five met her and placed AJ inside.

Looking up at her partner, Rachel nodded her head. He was splattered with blood mostly across his face and torso, so she could imagine what the room looked like.

"You had to wreck the vending machine?" she questioned, opening the front door with her keys before tossing them back over her shoulder.

They clattered to the floor by the dark-haired attendant.

"It ate my change," he scowled.

As they moved across the lot, they got lucky that no one was arriving. Rachel pulled the briefcase out from under the bushes, activated it, and they were quickly back in 1963. They were once again standing in Morty's back alley. Rachel sighed and placed the briefcase yards away from them, by the street. The Handler would know they were back when it appeared in her hotel room. Rachel moved back to Five who looked deep in thought. From behind her, the briefcase disappeared with a whooshing sound. That meant the woman would be here in a few minutes.

"Five?" Rachel asked, noticing him picking at dry blood on his nails.

He looked up at her.

"I hate you seeing me like this. I always have."

Rachel frowned at him.

"Guilty and covered in blood after a kill? I'm pretty sure I killed the attendant behind the desk. I feel guilty about that, so you've seen me in the same state you are. We're here feeling bad together after killing. We always did the missions for a reason. We always planned to get back to save your family. This time isn't any different."

"Doesn't make me any less of a murderer."

"Oh, but you can still love me because I've killed less people? Five, murder is murder, your body count being higher than mine doesn't matter. We had no other choice to get out of the apocalypse and save the world. Your family, everyone in the world, would be dead without what we have done."

"Sure, but it is happening again. How many more times will this happen?"

"Five! This will be the last one. The Handler said so. Even if she is full of it…I believe it. I believe the Umbrella Academy always finds a way."

Rachel reached out for his face, but Five backed away. She did not let him as she instead reached out and pulled him into a hug.

"Rachel, you'll get blood on you."

"That's fine."

She clung onto him. After a minute, Five sighed and leaned his head against hers. She took in the pain and guilt, but also the gratefulness and love that radiated through him. She shared with him the warmth she had, accepting every aspect of who he was capable of being. Even if he felt like a cold-blooded killer, she knew he was far from it. She could feel the warmth coming from him as she held him in her arms. As she pulled away, Rachel could see some of the blood had rubbed off onto her dress. Five reached out and rubbed at her cheek. He clearly only made whatever he was trying to do worse as he frowned, upset.

"Honestly, now you look exactly how I see you in my head. Tarnished by me."

Rachel was distracted by the Handler appearing in the area just over Five's shoulder. She looked back at Five as the woman's heels clicked up the alley.

"Not tarnished. Given color."

Five pulled his hand away as the Handler stopped behind him.

"Well?"

Without looking back at her, Five held the bag with AJ out. The Handler's face lit up like it was Christmas. She gasped with pleasure.

"AJ!"

She put down her briefcase to take the bag. She gave one of her grating laughs as she examined AJ swimming around in terror. Five turned to face her with a sigh.

"You know, you're really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours."

Rachel glared at the woman.

"Can we escape your special forms of harassment today?" she spat at their former boss.

The Handler blew a kiss at Rachel, who scoffed, before she went back to giggling at the fish she held. She suddenly seemed to realize that Five was not engaging with her.

"Why so quiet? Thought you'd be buzzing after this morning's slaughter."

Five looked at the briefcase on the ground.

"All this killing…"

He looked at Rachel before looking over at the Handler.

"I'm done with it."

Rachel slipped her hand around Five's elbow in solidarity.

"We're done with it," she said, glaring at the woman.

"What?" the Handler pulled a white handkerchief out from between her breasts, licked it, and began wiping Five's bloody face with it," Am I supposed to take that seriously?"

"What I did today, I did for my family," he insisted," I did it to save the world."

Rachel held her tongue as the woman began wiping at her chest, ignoring her comment about harassment.

"Please," she said, pulling the cloth away after a moment, clearly unable to truly clean them up," Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you?"

She tapped Five on the nose before grabbing the briefcase.

"Here. Per our agreement this will get you two and your siblings back to 2019."

Five took the briefcase from her, conflicted about its cost.

"You have 90 minutes."

Rachel and Five looked at her shock as she began walking away.

"You said nothing about a time limit," Five protested.

"Actually, you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds. Better hurry."

Five looked at Rachel in a panic. Rachel cursed.

"You sneaky little-"

"This is impossible, okay?" Five continued, following the woman, "My siblings are scattered across the city."

She looked back at him with a smile.

"Nothings impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board."

"We need more time."

"Any more time and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we'll both be, so, ticktock, ticktock."

Rachel ran up and grabbed Five.

"We have to go," told him, giving the woman the dirtiest look she could," Now."

Five listened to her by travelling them into the lobby at Morty's. As they arrived, Rachel and Five halted before the mess on the floor. There was a pool of blood and the words "Öga för Öga" written beside it.

"I don't speak it…but is that-" Rachel noted.

"Swedish, yeah," Five replied.

The two ran up the stairs. On the landing, they found a blue sheet over the form of a body. Five pulled it back from the head to reveal the grotesquely mutilated body of Elliot.

"Damn," Five sighed.

"Oh, Elliott…" Rachel noted, feeling terrible for the guy.

He had been so nice to them, though none of them really made it easy, and gave them a place to stay. Five covered Elliot's body once again and kept moving through the living room. Luther and Diego's voices could be heard from the kitchen. Rachel arrived while it seemed Diego was on the phone.

"You killed one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you."

Rachel frowned as she stood in the doorway. They could not possibly have thought a murderer would leave their name written in blood at a crime scene.

"You will be dead by nightfall."

The girl covered her mouth with her hand.

"Oh, my God, you are that stupid…" she mumbled.

Five came up behind her, stomping into the kitchen.

"Hey. It's Öga för Öga, idiots. Swedish for 'an eye for an eye.'"

Five started pulling off his jacket as his brothers stared at the two of them covered in blood.

"It means the Swedes killed Elliott."

Diego turned away from them.

"Wrong number. Have a lovely day," he said before hanging up.

Luther and Diego watched each other.

"We would have gotten there," Luther scoffed.

"Eventually."

"Yeah."

Rachel now understood Five's feelings when interacting with those two at their worst. She breezed past them to the bathroom while Five continued taking off his bloody clothes. Luther looked between the two in teen bodies.

"Uh, you have some blood on you," Luther informed them.

"A lot of blood, actually," Diego pointed out.

As Rachel began wiping blood off of her face, Five came in behind her and began to unbutton his blood soaked white shirt.

"Five, Rachel, what did you two do?" Luther demanded, sounded oddly like a parent.

Rachel glanced over at him as she adjusted the towel she was using to a cleaner area.

"How about you change out of the clothes you were wearing to dinner last night and we can talk about it then? Make it quick though, we're on a time limit."

Luther and Diego hesitated for a moment before just doing as she asked. Rachel shut the bathroom door before she and Five thoroughly cleaned up their skin and hair. Once done, Rachel left the bathroom to change into the clothes she had gotten the day before, luckily. Tossing her bloodstained dress, she put on her new black cigarette pants, the black sleeveless shirt, and the black jacket she had gotten the day before. She changed out her blood covered white keds for her black sneakers. Digging through Elliott's clothes, she found a short sleeve button-down shirt he would never get to wear again. She also grabbed three watches at Five's request. She brought the items to Five who set the watches before putting on the shirt. Rachel placed the watches out in the living room for safety before going back to the bathroom. Five looked at her as he pulled on his sweater vest. All this was achieved in under five minutes.

"I need you to go with Diego."

Rachel looked at him through the mirror.

"Afraid he'll go off track?"

Five made a face, proving her correct.

"Sure. I'll try and keep him on task."

"Thank you."

Five leaned over and kissed the side of her head before continuing with his tie. Luther appeared at the bathroom door again, adjusting his belt. As Five continued dressing, he finally got around to telling his brother what was going on.

"So, I found a way home."

"What? How?"

"All the details are irrelevant, but…I made a deal to get back to our timeline."

Rachel was leaving the bathroom when she almost ran into Diego as he pulled on a shirt.

"What about doomsday?"

"Won't happen."

"And the 2019 apocalypse?"

"Everything will be back to normal. All right?" Five arrived in the kitchen after Rachel and looked around at his brothers, "Now, no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others, right?"

"Yeah," Luther agreed.

Five grabbed his jacket.

"Luther, you get Allison."

"Okay."

"Diego and Rachel, Klaus, because he may take more than one person to corral. I'll get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77 minutes. Here."

Five grabbed three watches and handed one to each of his brothers.

"I synchronized these watches."

"Okay, let's do this," Luther told him.

Five kissed Rachel quickly, squeezing her arm in lieu of words to save time. As he turned and started moving, Diego called him back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. You two show up drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything's gonna go back to normal if we go home now?"

Five pointed behind him.

"Elliott just got killed because of us."

"What about Dad?" Diego questioned," What about JFK?"

Rachel and Luther looked at each other as the two brothers stepped up to each other.

"Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We are taking it."

The long-haired male looked down at the ground for a moment.

"I have to say goodbye to Lila."

Five blinked at his brother, ready to explode.

"Lila doesn't give a shit about you, Diego!" he screamed.

Rachel made a face and tilted her hand from side to side.

"Eh…" she disagreed quietly but stayed out of it.

"She never did," Five continued," She's one of them. She's a member of the Commission."

Diego shook his head, turning back.

"No way. Not possible."

"She was just using you to get to me. You're the Oswald of this story, my friend. The goddamned patsy."

Five turned and began walking away again.

"You don't know what you're talk-"

He stopped abruptly as his brother jumped back to appear right before him, finger pointing into his face.

"If you don't do this, and Rachel gets left behind, I'll kill you myself. Got it?"

With that, Five was gone. Rachel looked awkwardly over at Diego. Luther went over to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"Women. Am I right?"

Rachel shook her head at the man, her jaw slack.

"Diego, come on."

She grabbed his arm as she walked past him, dragging him away from Luther and toward the stairs. Diego followed her up until they passed the chair where Elliott's body was.

"Hang on, Rach. You think we have time to…"

He pointed at the body. Rachel thought for a moment. She inclined her head to the storefront.

"Elliott's store van. We can use that. I'll grab the key. But hurry."

Once the body was in the van, the two headed off to where Klaus had left them the address to his now cult inhabited mansion.