"What's going on?" Sara asked, running down the stairs with Mick close behind her. "We heard noises. Mick thought he saw green fire…"
"I didn't think I saw it," Mick argued. "I saw it. I know what fire looks like."
"He saw it, all right," Ray confirmed, standing at the bottom of the stairs with Nora. "Paul Christian is here."
"What?" Sara asked, surprised. "How?"
"Time stone," Nora explained. "Just like my dad's."
"What does he want?" Sara asked.
"He didn't say," Nora replied, "but I've got a guess. We've seen Tabitha grow more powerful when the timeline is fragile, and we know that the barrier between dimensions weakens when anachronisms are displaced and aberrations created."
"Meaning it's in Christian's best interest to keep the timeline from being fixed," Sara said, following Nora's logic. "He would definitely want to prevent us from closing the rift, but if Nannerl's absence causes any significant change to history at all, then he'll want to keep her from going home, too."
"I thought there weren't any abdications detected," Mick pointed out.
"Aberrations," Ray corrected him. "And none that have solidified yet, but the longer she's displaced in time, the higher the chance of one developing and solidifying. And, if she never goes home at all, well…that will almost certainly change something. Bottom line: that little girl's in big trouble."
"Exactly," Nora said. "We have to warn the rest of the team."
"Agreed." Sara instinctively reached for her comms device, then remembered that the rift was still open. "We can't call from here. We need to get out of the rift's range." She rushed past the other three Legends a few feet, then turned around and ordered, "Now, people! Nannerl is counting on us!" The rest of the group obediently hurried after their captain.
A few minutes later, the Waverider received a call. "Incoming call from Captain Lance," Gideon's voice announced. "Shall I send it to the bridge, Miss Tomaz?"
Zari looked up from her work in the engine room. "What? Why me? I'm busy."
"Yes, but you are also the only passenger remaining on the ship."
Zari raised an eyebrow. "I am? Where are…oh, never mind, I'll take it. One second."
She strolled through the very empty corridors of the Waverider until she arrived on the bridge. "What's up, Captain?" she asked.
Sara's voice came through the speakers. "Zari? Aren't you still doing updates?"
"I was. Is something happening, or can I get back to it?"
"Z," Sara answered, "Paul Christian is here."
"What?" Zari balked, not expecting that piece of news. "In 1983?"
"Yeah. Apparently, he managed to get his hands on a time stone. He's probably going to target Nannerl, so I need you to make sure she's in a secure location on the ship."
"Um…okay," Zari looked around awkwardly. "There might be one teeny-tiny problem with that."
"What?" Sara asked. "What's wrong?"
Zari looked up at the ceiling. "Hey, Gideon? Are you sure I'm the only one on the ship right now?"
"Positive," Gideon answered.
"There you go," Zari said, speaking to Sara again. "Nobody here but little old me."
Sara remained silent for a second, then asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean they all left. Including the kid."
"Where did they go?"
Zari shrugged. "I don't know. I was in the engine room."
"Ugh, Zari," Sara groaned.
"Dude, I've literally been working this whole time. What did you expect me to do? Babysit the babysitters?"
"I get that, but this is an emergency. Do you have any clue where they went?"
"Uh…no. No idea." She leaned back against the central console, then noticed something a short distance away in the parlor. "Unless…" She walked quickly toward the parlor and picked up her unplugged video game console from the ground. "…they left my game out. Looks like they got really into Guitar Hero." She hurried back to the central console and said, "They were showing Nannerl my games before they left. Maybe they hit up the video game arcade in the mall to show her more. If that's what they did, they're probably still there together."
"Good thinking, Z." Zari could hear Sara's voice lower with concern as she continued, "I just hope I we can find them before Christian does."
Nannerl stepped away from her game, beaming proudly. "Snart, look!" she exclaimed, catching his attention. "I beat my record!"
Leonard smirked as he stepped around her to look at the game's screen. "Not bad, kid."
"Not bad at all," Charlie added, joining him. "What do you say we celebrate and get you some candy from the counter over there?" She pointed to the space across the room where a man was selling snacks, as well as various video game-themed memorabilia.
"She's already had a lot of ice cream today," Nate pointed out. "Are you sure more sugar is a good idea?"
Leonard rolled his eyes. "I can see why you and Raymond are friends."
Nate heard the sarcasm in his voice and, in the interest of continuing to keep things positive and encouraging, he quickly changed his tune. "I mean, sure! That sounds like fun."
Nannerl turned around to look directly up at Leonard. "Can I?"
"Why not?" he replied. He handed her a few dollars. "Charlie, take her over there."
Nate stared at him curiously. "I thought you said there wasn't much in that wallet."
"Who said it was from the same wallet?" Leonard returned.
Nate paused for a beat, but he knew better than to press the issue this time. "Right…okay, let's go get some snacks."
Charlie and Nate led Nannerl over to the counter. Leonard stepped forward to follow them but was stopped by a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision. He turned around slowly, then recognized Ray, Sara, Mick, and Nora approaching the arcade's entrance. He waited for them to walk inside, then casually strolled toward them.
"Ah, Sara," he drawled with a playful look. "Back so soon?"
Sara didn't seem very happy. "Leonard, what are you doing here?" she demanded. "Is Nannerl with you?"
"Yeah, although she's off with the shapeshifter and metal man at the moment." He caught the worried look on her face and softened his sarcastic tone slightly. "Why? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Sara answered, "but we think she could be in trouble. We have to take her back to the ship."
Leonard crossed his arms. "She's not in any trouble. I've been watching her this whole time."
"Leonard, she isn't safe here," Sara argued.
"She's with me. Of course she's safe." He glanced over his shoulder quickly to make sure she was still at the counter with Charlie and Nate, then turned to face Sara again. "I've been keeping an eye on her the whole time, and if something did go wrong, I've got about a dozen ways to get us out of here in one piece. Whatever it is, I can protect her."
"No, Leonard, you can't. Not from this."
Leonard frowned. The idea that he couldn't protect Nannerl from something bothered him more than he expected it to. "Why not?" he growled.
Nora answered before Sara could. "Because Paul Christian is here. We ran into him while trying to find the rift."
"And he's probably coming after the kid," Mick grunted.
"He wants the timeline to be as unstable as possible," Ray explained. "Even if Nannerl wasn't his original reason for coming here, he's got plenty of motive to stop her from going home."
"She's only safe on the Waverider," Sara continued. "Out here, she's too exposed." She looked around at the moving crowds of children and teens in the loud, very busy space. "Also, why did you guys bring her here in the first place? You didn't even stop to tell Zari where you were going. That's dangerous even without Christian in the equation. Didn't I say to watch her on the ship? Whose idea was this?"
"It was mine," Leonard said.
Ray did a double take, clearly not expecting to hear that. "Really?"
"Yes, Raymond, really," he answered, very obviously annoyed by the question. He looked to Sara again. "But, to be fair, you never said we couldn't leave." Sara looked like she was about to respond, but he spoke again first. "Look, I didn't know about Christian being here when I took her off the ship, but apart from that, it's not like I threw her into a lion's den or something. She's fine. She's just having a good time. Playing some games. Being a kid." He glanced over his shoulder at the counter where Charlie, Nate, and Nannerl still were. "And it looks like she's buying some gummy worms now. Not a bad choice."
"Not the healthiest, though," Ray said quietly. Leonard heard and glared at him but didn't argue. Mick moved to elbow Ray, but he stopped himself after receiving a warning look from Nora.
"Well, as soon as she gets her gummy worms, we're taking her out of here," Sara said sternly. She noted the defensive look on Leonard's face and added, "It doesn't matter how much fun she's having if Christian figures out where she is. Understood?"
Leonard stared back at her silently for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "Understood, Captain."
"Oh, hi, guys!" Nate exclaimed cheerfully, arriving in the middle of the conversation with Charlie and Nannerl close behind him. "What's going on? Is the rift taken care of?" He looked down at Nannerl's face and added, "You might be going home soon!"
"Really?" Nannerl asked, grinning. "You mean it?"
"Not so fast," Sara told him. "We didn't get to close the rift because we have a bigger problem now."
"What bigger problem?" Nate asked.
"Paul Christian is here and it's in his interest to prevent the timeline from being fixed," Nora answered. "We have to take Nannerl back to the ship for her safety."
"Good call, mate," Charlie said with a nod. "I've seen what that bloke can do. It's not pretty." She looked down at Nannerl. "Looks like we're taking another ride on that really cool ship. How does that sound?"
Nannerl seemed a bit confused. "But why are we going back to the ship if I'm not going home yet?" She looked around for Jake and his friends but didn't see them. "I was going to ask about seeing a…movie?" She said the word as a question, still unsure of exactly what it meant.
"Oh, we've got tons of those on the ship," Nate assured her. "Did you have any specific ones in mind?"
"Um…Star Wars? I think?" She looked each direction again. "I was just talking to someone…he wanted to see a movie…I'm not sure exactly where he went…"
Ray grinned excitedly. "I'm sorry, did you just say Star Wars? You'd better believe we can arrange that. Those movies are amazing. Right, Snart?" he added with a hopeful look in Leonard's direction. Leonard rolled his eyes and did not return the look.
"You'll just need to watch them back on the Waverider," Nate continued for him. "But, hey – more time to see all the cool stuff Gideon can do, right?"
"Yes, but…why do I need to go back if I'm not going home?" she asked, more out of confusion than rebellion. She looked to Leonard for an answer.
He bent down to get a little closer to her eye level, and answered, "We're just trying to take care of you, kid. Right now, the ship is the best place for you to be. Do you still trust me?"
Nannerl waited a moment, then nodded her head. "I trust you."
"Good," he said softly. He straightened up and looked to Sara. "Captain?"
As Sara observed their interaction, she began to understand what was going on. On the one hand, it was so nice to see Leonard behave so gently and sweetly with the young girl. On the other hand, she had a strong hunch about why he was so invested in Nannerl having a fun time. Sara wanted to give him a big comforting hug – if he would let her – but knew there wasn't time. The longer they delayed, the more chances Paul Christian had of finding Nannerl. "Come on, Legends," she said, motioning for them to follow her. "Let's head back to the Waverider."
"There you are," Zari greeted her teammates as they arrived on the bridge. "Why didn't you guys tell me you went to an old school arcade? If it wasn't for the mortal danger, I'd be super jealous."
"Don't worry, babe," Nate assured her. "We didn't run into Christian out there. Everyone is safe."
"Well, that's good," Zari replied.
"We got lucky," Sara said, turning around to face the rest of the group. "If we hadn't figured out where you'd gone so quickly, we could've run into trouble."
"But we didn't," Mick pointed out. "So, do we go out and punch Tabitha's sidekick in the face, or do we wait around on the ship until he finds us, and then punch him?"
"Neither," Sara answered. "We keep Nannerl safe onboard – no leaving for any reason this time – while a few of us try to shut down the rift before he can use the instability of the timeline in this spot to his advantage. If all goes well, we may be able to return her home without getting dragged into a fight."
"And if we do get dragged into a fight?" Charlie asked.
"We give him all we've got," Sara replied, "but we keep Nannerl as out of it as possible."
Everyone looked toward Nannerl, who was still standing beside Leonard, munching on gummy worms. She seemed a little confused about all the sudden attention and talk of a potential fight. She stepped an inch closer to Leonard's leg, but remained quiet. Leonard glanced down at her, but he also said nothing.
Sara addressed the group again. "The lab is a highly secure area. Take her over there, shut the doors, and keep her occupied. Not all of you, though. Some of you need to plan a strategy to find the rift and also touch base with Constantine and Mona on the ground in 1762."
Ray immediately raised his hand. "Permission to join the babysitting team?"
"Granted," Sara said, half smiling in amusement at his sudden request.
"Yes!" He held out his hand for Nannerl to take. "It's Star Wars time! I'm telling you, this will change your life."
"She's two hundred years in the future, Haircut," Mick pointed out. "Everything's already changing her life."
"Nate, want to come with me?" Ray asked his best friend, ignoring Mick's comment.
"Sure, bro." He smiled down at Nannerl. "Come on! We're going to show you something so cool…"
As the Time Bros led Nannerl to the lab – chattering about Star Wars the whole way – Sara turned to Zari. "Z, how are your updates going?"
"Basically done," Zari answered.
"Good. Would you mind…"
"Babysitting the babysitters?" She formed a loose salute with her fingers as she walked past Sara in the direction of the lab. "You got it, Captain."
Once she was gone, Sara addressed the remaining Legends. "Nora, Charlie, Mick, I need you three to head to the library and form a plan to deal with the rift. We have to act fast to make sure we shut it down before Christian has a chance to find Nannerl. And try to get in touch with Constantine and Mona while you're at it."
"Right," Nora said, nodding. "Let's go."
After the trio left the room, Leonard crossed his arms and studied Sara skeptically. "So," he said, "any use for me, or am I grounded for sneaking out?"
Sara took a breath, then answered, "No, Leonard, you're not grounded. But I do think we need to talk about something." She nodded toward the parlor and led him inside.
"If this is about the arcade," Leonard said as he followed her up the steps, "I had it under control. You can't blame me for not knowing about Christian."
"You're right. That's why I'm not." She hopped up to sit on the edge of the captain's desk while he continued to stand across from her. "What I want to know is, why were you so invested in Nannerl getting to have fun today, and so obsessed with being able to protect her?"
Leonard shrugged. "Does it matter? Did I break some Time Bureau rules?"
Sara gave him a silencing look. "Don't make this about the Time Bureau. We both know it isn't." She paused, then continued more gently, "Leonard, something's bothering you. Something about Nannerl. What is it?" When he didn't answer right away, she leaned forward slightly and said, "Whatever it is, I promise I won't judge. Just tell me what's wrong."
Leonard looked away, avoiding her gaze for a moment. Finally, he sighed and looked at her eyes again. "I asked Gideon about her future," he admitted.
Sara nodded. "And?"
Leonard took one step toward her, scowling. "You know how old she is, right? Eleven. She's eleven years old and already her whole life is about one thing. One thing that her dad uses as an excuse to show her off to people she doesn't know. But guess what? She actually likes it. She's talented, she knows it, and she likes it when other people know it. And they do know it." He crossed his arms. "She'd be perfectly happy doing this music gig forever, but you know what happens? The second she grows up, her dad cuts it off. She has to stay home. That one thing that her whole life revolved around? Gone. It's over." His scowl grew even more serious. "Oh, but that's not even the end of it. Turns out her dear old dad can't leave well enough alone. He makes her reject the guy she wants and marry someone she doesn't. He practically controls her for the rest of his life. And, to top it all off…" Sara could see Leonard's shoulders tense as he reached the end of his story. "…she had one person that whole time who she could count on. One person who understood her. Her little brother. Well, when she gets left at home, he keeps going. He gets to go everywhere he could ever want to go and gets to do everything he could ever want to do. But do you know what happens to him, while he's out seeing the world and she's left behind?"
Sara thought for a moment, trying to recall what she knew of the Mozart family's history. "If I remember correctly…he doesn't live too long, does he?"
Leonard shook his head. "No. He doesn't. He dies at thirty-five, someplace far away from her. And she doesn't even get to say goodbye." His expression grew colder. "So, excuse me for wanting to give her one day of doing whatever she wants before she goes back to a dad who's going to break her heart, a brother who's going to abandon her, and a life that's not nearly what she deserves."
Sara held eye contact with him for a moment, then looked down in silence. She sighed, then replied, "I hear you. And that's awful. Really, it sucks." She lifted her eyes to look at his again and stepped toward him. "But I want you to answer this honestly," she said, speaking slowly and gently. "If you think really carefully about what you just said…are you sure you're only thinking about Nannerl right now?"
Leonard felt frozen in place by her gaze. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but he knew she was right. Sara had always been able to see straight through him. This was no exception. Had any other Legends been around, he might have made more of an attempt to brush it off, make some sarcastic comment, and walk away. But he was alone with Sara. He could never truly hide things from her for long, but more importantly, he knew deep down that he didn't have to. He stared into her eyes as she waited for him to answer the question, feeling like she had already read his mind and found the truth, and was now just waiting to hear him say it aloud. Leonard could feel the usual defenses he put up around his vulnerabilities starting to crumble. He tried to keep them up for just a moment longer, but he knew it was a losing battle. He blinked, ending their staring contest and giving in. "She's just like Lisa was at that age," he said, his low voice almost a whisper. "I can't help it."
Sara's expression was full of sympathy. "I know. And that's okay. We've all had missions that got to us on a personal level. It happens to everyone, and it's not easy. But we also all need to try to keep our heads clear when the stakes are high." She took another step closer to him, only inches away now. "I'm the last person who should lecture anyone else about keeping their feelings bottled up. Seriously. I'm probably the worst offender here. But it's obviously hurting you, and I don't like seeing you hurt. We have a little time right now. Do you want to talk to me about Lisa? Just me, not the Legends. I know they don't need to know."
Leonard recognized the phrase he had used earlier that day and felt comforted. Maybe he wasn't ready to expose his vulnerable side to the others, but to just Sara? He could do that. He took a breath while he sorted through which words he wanted to use. "Ever since we were kids," he told her slowly, "I was the one who looked after her. Always. And then I left her behind. She's been through enough. She didn't need to lose me, too. And if I wasn't there to protect her this whole time, and Cisco can't find her, then…" He stopped himself from finished that sentence. He closed his eyes, then opened them and looked directly at Sara. "Then…I don't know. And I don't like not knowing."
Sara nodded understandingly. "It's pretty terrifying, isn't it?"
He dropped his gaze to the ground. "Yeah. It is."
She reached out both of her hands and gently touched his, waiting a moment to gauge his reaction before pulling them forward and wrapping her fingers around to hold them in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Judging by the tiny smile that flickered across his face for just a moment as she touched him, it seemed that it was. "You're going to see her again, Leonard," Sara reassured him.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"Honestly? Because she's your sister. I know you would move heaven and earth for her, and I'm sure she would do the same for you. Between the two of you, I don't think there's a force in the universe that could keep you separated forever."
"If she's alive," Leonard added quietly.
"You taught her how to be strong and take care of herself," Sara reminded him. "I think it would take something pretty extreme to kill someone raised by the world's greatest thief."
He smirked amusedly. "World's greatest, huh?"
"I'm trying to cheer you up. Don't expect me to keep saying it."
"I'll still take it."
"Fair enough, crook." She gave his hands an affectionate squeeze. "In the meantime, we still need to get Nannerl back home and close the rift before Christian can find either of them. Do you think you're ready to get your head in the game and finish the mission?"
Leonard nodded. "Of course, Captain."
She let go of his hands and smiled sweetly. "Good." Then, she walked past him through the doorway and into the bridge again. "Then let's do it. If we get this right, she'll be reunited with her brother in no time." Leonard followed her out of the parlor. She spun around to face him, and he stopped in place. "And," she added a little more quietly, "I'm sure sometime – maybe not today, maybe not for a while, but sometime before you know it – you'll find your sister, too."
"Gary, come on," the dark-haired woman said, her patience now running low. "I need you to work with me here."
"Well, I won't," Gary retorted, still tied to his chair. "I already told you that I don't know anything, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. You'd be best off just letting me go so you don't have to deal with any of the people who are probably already looking for me."
"Yeah, I don't buy that." She crossed her arms and studied him. "I think you're perfectly capable of telling me what I need to know. You just need the right motivation."
Gary gulped uneasily. "Um…what kind of motivation?"
"If you're worried about torture, don't be," she answered. "But I do have some other ideas." She reached across the table behind her and pulled over a briefcase Gary hadn't noticed before. Now that he did notice it, he recognized it as his.
"Hey, when did you…"
"Gary, you were knocked out. It wasn't hard." She opened it and began to flip through the papers inside. "Wow, a lot of intel on Leonard Snart in here," she observed. "You must've been pretty busy. Looks like you've hit up most of his old spots." She looked back up at him and asked, "Want to tell me what big time travel conspiracy inspired this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted. "Time travel isn't real. That's ridiculous. Why are you so convinced it's real?"
"A friend told me all about it," she answered. "It was a long time ago, but I know he wasn't lying." She set the briefcase down on the table but continued talking to Gary. "You're obviously working for someone who needs dirt on Snart. If it's not time travel, then tell me what it is."
"I can't do that."
"Then I guess it's time for Plan B." She pulled a weapon out of where it was holstered on her belt. It was the same one she had knocked Gary out with earlier. Gary shuddered. She rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going to hurt you? You'd think you'd start believing me at some point."
"Well, you did lure me out of a bar, knock me unconscious, kidnap me, and then interrogate me in an unknown location where I am currently still tied up," Gary pointed out. "That does make me a little wary of trusting you."
She shrugged. "That's fair." She held up the weapon. "Let me show you something. You see that crate over there?" She pointed to a wooden, seemingly empty crate on the far side of the room. Gary looked at it, then nodded. "Watch this."
In one quick motion, she aimed her weapon at the crate, pulled the trigger…and sent a blast of a strange, gold substance through the air until the crate seemed to be coated with it.
Gary gawked. "Did…did you just turn that into gold?" he asked.
"Ha! I wish," she joked. "I could be an instant millionaire that way, right? But no, it's not actual gold. I did, however, completely alter its molecular structure to the point that it would be unusable for its original purpose. And it happens to also look a little prettier. Gold is such a nice color." She set the weapon down and picked up the briefcase again, closed it, and began to inspect the outside. "This one already looks pretty nice. It would almost be a shame to destroy it. And yet…"
Gary gasped. Not the briefcase, he thought. I can't go back to Director Sharpe emptyhanded. It's too important. He shook his head at her. "No, wait. You don't want to do that."
"Don't want to do what? Add a little sparkle?" She winked at him mischievously as she switched to carrying it by the handle only, her other hand reaching for the gold gun.
"But…but that's a very important piece of government property," he argued.
She gave him a funny look. "You say that like it's supposed to make me change my mind."
"Is it not doing that?"
"Nope."
"Hm…okay then." Gary took a breath, then switched tactics. "You know what? Go ahead. I told you there's no time travel conspiracy here. I'm just asking around because I'm curious, which means nothing in there is that important." He tried to sound as sincere as possible, hoping to convince her that it wasn't worth destroying.
She raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Are you sure? You seem pretty attached to it."
"What? That's crazy."
"Dude, I was watching you in the bar. You were holding it in your lap like you were protecting it. Plus, there's a lot in here."
"Go for it. I don't care."
"Really?"
"Really. I won't tell you anything I haven't already. It's just a hobby. You can't pressure me by threatening something that isn't important to begin with."
"If you say so," she said with a shrug. She tossed the briefcase onto the ground. As it landed, she picked up her gold gun, prepared to fire, and…
"Wait! Don't!" Gary exclaimed in a panic, abandoning his bluff. "I need that!"
The woman smirked and holstered the gold gun and stepped aside to pick up the briefcase by its handle again. "That's what I thought." She took a step closer to him, holding it up in front of his face. "Are you going to tell me who sent you? Or am I going to have to destroy your favorite time travel briefcase?"
"It's not a time travel briefcase," Gary said, "but more importantly, I'm not telling you anything."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't. There's nothing to tell."
She rolled her eyes. "You might be the worst liar I've ever met. And that's saying something." She bent down and set the briefcase on the ground again, then backed away from it a few paces and drew the gold gun again. "I'll give you to the count of ten. If I get to ten, either you're spilling, or your stalker research is gone. Your choice." She aimed carefully at the briefcase on the ground. "One…"
"I don't know anything, I swear," Gary insisted.
"Just tell me how you know about Leonard Snart. Two…three…"
"I don't know about him, okay? That's why I was asking so many questions!"
"Four…still need to know why…five…"
"Can't a guy just be curious?"
"Not in this case, Gary. Six…seven…"
"I can't tell you anything. I really can't. I wish I could, but I can't."
"Eight…nine…"
"I swear," Gary said, now too flustered about losing all of his day's work to care about remaining calm, "there's no conspiracy here! There's no crazy motive or anything. I just want to know more about who he is. That's it! I promise!"
Something he'd said caught the woman's attention. She gasped, looked away from her target, holstered her weapon, and then pointed at him, her eyes wide with what looked like a combination of shock, disbelief, and, to Gary's surprise, something like hope. "Is," she stammered. "You…you said, 'is.'" She kept her eyes fixed on Gary but stepped – almost stumbled – backward. "You didn't say, 'was.' You said, 'is.'" She covered her face with her hands, clearly being hit by a multitude of emotions.
Gary felt very awkward watching her, but as he was still tied to the chair, he couldn't do much else. After several uncomfortable moments passed, he finally asked, "Um…you good?"
His captor removed her hands from her faced and Gary could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. "He's alive," she breathed, still in shock. "Lenny's alive."
A/N: To those of you who guessed who Gary's captor is in last chapter's reviews...you're right! Next chapter, we'll see how Constantine's doing with the other Mozart sibling, plus see what happens when Nannerl finally gets to watch Star Wars...
