Martin Butterfield strode along the Westminister pier looking over the Thames, his long coat pulled around him. He hated this time period. It was the worst in which he had ever been reborn into. The government was a disgrace, the Royal family ridiculous, and he didn't even want to think about qualifications for knighthood. Such an embarrassment.

Watching the mass of tourists he realized that they did not have long. He wished he knew how much longer he would have to wait for him.

In his youth Myrddyn had known him as Mordred. As a man he was Medraut, a scourge to Arthur's Kingdom of Summer.

"I thought Mordred was Arthur's son?" Lena said, trying to see past Myrddyn's torch.

"It depends on which version of the myth you prescribe to," he answered, "from what I understand, you people can't see past your own desires to reach the truth."

Myrddyn turned to Lena. He had struck a nerve.

"What makes you think you know us?"

"Margaret was kind enough to let me use her...laptop is it?, to get caught up on the world. Your government's are corrupt, your leaders spineless, and don't get me started on the supposed social justice warriors. You call yourselves United, but you crumble from the inside. It seems to me that the sooner we find him, the sooner we can get back on track."

Lena looked at Myrddyn, wondering what happened in his life, much less between them, that could cause him to look at her with such ferocity.

"I'm sorry if you have a bad impression of what this world is right now, but I'm trying to bring some good back into it."

Myrddyn hung his head, running a hand through his still long hair.

"Forgive me, Ms. Luthor. I've experienced much in my life, perhaps cynicism has made my heart it's home".

"That makes two of us, Mr. Emrys".

Margaret Sawyer waited just outside the local pub for him. It was still a bewilderment to think that he was supposed to be her other half. She was gay. At least, she was supposed to be. It still boggled her mind whenever she remembered that night, so long ago when she had left Alex, just like the other day when she left Kara at the doorstep of the DEO with Alex who looked at her so heartbroken. But it had to be done. To save the world.

It was in this reverie that she pulled out of when she saw him. He walked inside and sat down at, coincidentally or fatefully, the round table just inside the door. She placed the call.

The air shimmered and vibrated with power around her eternally chained arms. The very ground was rippling beneath her eternally chained feet. Through the darkness she could hear two sets of footsteps. One was as familiar to her as her name. When she saw his face she cackled with wild abandon.

"So, Emrys", she said, her ancient voice cracking from disuse, "you have finally returned home".

Myrddyn couldn't believe he was looking at Morgian. Then again, he wasn't surprised by the toll her evil had wrecked on her once beautiful body, a body that was now withered and feeble, yet her eyes still glowed with fiery hatred.

"How kind of you to visit your old lover Emrys".

Myrddyn ignored her and began searching the room. Lena watched with cautioned curiosity ad Myrddyn searched the floor and walls.

"What are you searching for" she asked. Myrddyn continued to search, his torch held behind him, illuminating the darkness.

"He's searching for the spell that holds my spirit bound to this vessel, young one". Morgian's ancient voice rang in Lena's ears as all of a sudden the ancient witch began to speak an ancient spell in a tongue unknown, even to her. With swift movements, and a spell of his own, Myrddyn silenced Morgian and caught Lena as she fell. Swiftly he walked down the dark passage, leaving a cackling Morgian in the pitch black of her soul.

"So", the tall blonde man said, brandishing his billiard cue, "I beat you and I get a date".?

"If you win", Maggie Sawyer challenged.

"Very well Ms. Sawyer. The game is pocket billiards".

Maggie thanked the man as she settled in for the break. She sunk two solids on the break and continued until one solid was left. She smiled confidently. Even though she had to get him on her side she had sorely missed this. The Man said nothing as he began sinking his stripes until he had sunk them all.

"Eight-ball, corner pocket". As the ball sank into the chosen pocket he stood straight. Maggie applauded. She felt invigorated, it had been years since someone had been a challenging opponent at pool.

"Well Mr. Stuart, it seems I owe you a date.