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They returned Amaya's body to the Waverider and placed her in her room, by lack of a better place to lay her down. It was out of the question to leave her in a strange time in a strange place. Sara had not given the order to leave yet, either. The cloaking system was on, so the citizens of Crete would not arrive unannounced. They stayed, for the time being, while they dealt with grief.

Mick retreated to the kitchen. Four empty bottles and three as of yet unopened bottles stood in front of him on the table, while he finished his fifth beer as quickly as possible. It got to him harder than he would ever dare confess. He did what he always did when he tried to forget or to wash away his sorrow, which was to attempt to drink the problems away.

Sara was in the captain's office. Unlike Mick, she drank her whiskey one sip at a time, with long intervals between each sip. The intervals served to torment her; her mind reminded her Amaya died on her watch and that she didn't do more to avoid this was unforgivable; that it was somehow her fault, as captain, that Amaya could not come home. Even though Amaya would tell Sara that it was not her fault and that she shouldn't be feeling guilty.

Wally, Ray, and Zari distanced themselves as well, each of them struggling with their own grief and dealing with it in their own way. Zari sat around and spoke with Nora about Amaya; Nora had only known Amaya as an enemy, and not really as an ally. Zari was more than happy to provide details Nora asked for. Ray went to the lab to find some way to save Amaya's life without breaking this timeline – his theories only remained theoretical, since he would need to run a simulation with Gideon and feared for the consequences to the timeline. Wally sat around him his room and tried to be productive, every so often checking up on Nate.

Nate never left her side. Twenty-four hours on end, he stayed in her room, sitting in a chair and staring at her corpse. Guilty dark thoughts consumed him. He should have immediately gone after her. He should've focused on the one Harpy. He should've stuck with her; nobody should take on a Harpy alone. Then there was the past and the impact her death here would have.

Amaya doesn't return home, to her husband. She never has a daughter, who will never have two daughters. Mari and Kuasa stop existing. Mari doesn't help Oliver Queen with Damien Darhk. Most importantly, Amaya Is not present while white people – or, in the new timeline, Grodd – come to destroy the village.

It was her original moment of death. That was where she was supposed to die, new timelines or not. Seeing her on her bed, unmoving… it did not just feel wrong, it was wrong.

She is supposed to live. She shouldn't he dead, she should return to Zambesi.

An even more dangerous thought popped up inside his head. With a clear mind, he may have come up with the same idea, but he may have discarded it. but he wasn't in his right mind at the moment and once the idea was rooted inside his mind, Nate could not shake it off.

Amaya had to live. No matter the cost.

"I'll be right back," Nate whispered and he stood up, turning his back to her and walking out of her room. He did not come across one of the Legends – they were busy themselves. Before going out, Nate went to his room. There was something in there he needed to pick up, he was going to look up some information and when he finished that, he was ready to complete his crazy plan.

Nate looked up the necessary information: references to the different entrances to the Underworld and where some evidence supported these reference points. After hours of work, Nate had found what he was looking for and wrote the information down on a piece of paper, which he put in his pocket. Before he left, he also grabbed the little vial in which he kept the poppy powder and leaves.

It was time to go to the jumpship. He walked through the corridors of the Waverider without any obstacles. Nate counted down the number of corridors he still had to walk through before he reached it. Just one more corner, and then it would be one straight line to the jumpship. Almost there.

Wally zipped past Nate and stood in his way. The speedster had folded his arms and stared at Nate in disappointed.

"Wally!" Nate exclaimed in an annoyed tone– he hadn't expected Wally to surprise him like that. couldn't he have chosen another time? "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you when I didn't find you in Amaya's room or yours. I thought I'd find you here." There was a worried tone in his voice and a frown on his face, and Nate was confused. How did Wally find out?

He left open the books in his room. With one glance, Wally saw what Nate researched. The speedster had figured out Nate's plan, and Wally wasn't going to let Nate leave the Waverider today.

"Don't do this," Wally then said.

"You don't even know what I'm gonna do," Nate retorted, in the hope that Wally hadn't read the books and had just come without knowing Nate's plan.

"I can make an educated guess," Wally said. "We're all mourning, but your grief is making you do things you may regret later." That was surprisingly accurate. Nate had no idea whether he would regret his decision; he only knew he would try. Still, he could not deny Wally was right.

The speedster took a step closer to his friend and lowered his voice. "Whatever you're going to do, it's not worth it."

"She's always worth it," Nate said. tears welled up in his eyes again. He suppressed them more easily now. He could not let dark thoughts consume him now – he needed his mind to be as clear as it could be.

"I can't let you leave," Wally said. "Not like this." He watched his friend with a stern look.

Nate glanced from Wally to the jumpship's entrance behind Wally's back. How could he get past Wally? Just sprinting past him won't do it, especially because Wally could stop him in an instant. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets, where he found the vial in which he kept the poppy.

Right; the poppy.

"And I respect that," Nate said in response. "But if you don't step aside, I will use this." He pulled the vial out of his pocket and opened it.

Wally was not the least bit impressed by this strange turn of events. He had no idea what exactly the vial contained, but it seemed harmless enough. He did not know what to expect what Nate used it – then again, neither did Nate, who hoped that the poppy's sleepy effect would be enough to at least slow Wally down.

"What's that?" Wally asked. Nate shrugged.

"A poppy; or, it was." He did not lower the hand in which he held the vial and continued to stare at Wally. Wally, upon learning the content of the vial, lowered his shoulders and stared at Nate with disbelief.

"Really?"

Nate did not respond; instead, he moved to the left. Wally was not distracted enough and followed Nate's movement. "No, I'm not letting you through."

Too bad.

"I did warn you," Nate said and he dumped the content of the vial on Wally, who did nothing to stop Nate from doing this. In his eyes, Nate had lost and tried the strangest thing to do something he wasn't supposed to do. In no time, Wally was covered in poppy powder and leaves and he stared at Nate with disappointment.

Nate waited for the flower to do its magic, watching Wally in anticipation. Seconds passed and nothing happened. Nate frowned – when he'd made skin contact with the flower, he was exhausted immediately. How did Wally not feel that? Or was he hiding it?

"Was that supposed to do anything?" Wally asked in his normal tone. Nate sighed in disappointment – it hadn't worked.

"Yes," he said. Now, that sucked. He had hoped it would have at least some effect. On top of that, he had no plan B. He glanced at the door of the jumpship, which seemed to taunt him from that distance. No solo journey through time and space.

Wally came closer and placed a hand on Nate's shoulder. He squeezed it tightly, as to signal that Nate still had a friend in him.

"Just give it up, okay?" Wally asked. "We're all mourning, we all miss her. But we're heroes, not gods. We can't bring anyone back from the dead, and neither can you. You'll have to—"

Wally brought his hand up to conceal a yawn he could not suppress. Nate watched this happen with great interest.

"Sorry about that," Wally said, not linking that with the poppy. "Just… don't do it. We'll find another way."

"Okay," Nate said and he nodded. "I won't go. You've convinced me."

Wally frowned. "Really?" Nate continued nodding. The longer he stalled, the sooner Wally may succumb to the sleep induced by the poppy. Nate hoped he came over as genuine – if he didn't, he hoped that Wally wanting to go to sleep may conceal some of the flaws in Nate's presentation.

"Yeah, I see it now. It's an irrational plan. I've tried to find a quick solution where there is none. You're right, there is probably another way, a loophole we can exploit. Can you blame me? Amaya…" He trailed off. He couldn't finish the sentence. Amaya is dead. Saying it out loud was like accepting this happened, and he was trying to undo this.

"That's great." A grin broke on Wally's face in relief. He yawned again, longer this time, and it was so strong Nate yawned as well.

"Yeah, it is," Nate said and he glanced at his watch. It was synced to the time of the Waverider; it wasn't too late in the evening, though around this time the first Legends did go to bed. Nate looked up from the watch and at Wally. "Isn't it time to go to bed, anyway?"

"Well…" Wally began, but then it clicked. At the same time, he became aware of his weak legs and his exhausted body. He may not have even the energy left to cover the short distance to his room. When he looked at Nate and saw the interest, he knew it. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did," Nate confirmed. "Sorry, but I have to go." He moved to the left to walk around the speedster, but Wally blocked his way again, this time leaning against the wall, attempting to talk Nate out of it one last time.

"Don't," he said. short and simple, two words carrying the weight of Wally's worry for his friend. But Nate shook his head. This brought him no pleasure, but it needed to be done. For Amaya. No loopholes this time; she needed to die in Zambesi, not in Crete.

"I already made up my mind. when I'm back, she'll live again. Sleep tight."

Wally was barely able to keep his eyes open now. Nate patted the speedster once on his shoulder as if to say 'no hard feelings'. At that same moment, Wally collapsed. Nate crouched down and checked to see if there was still a pulse, just in case. He couldn't live with himself if this would lead to Wally's death.

But there was a pulse, and Nate could start his journey without a worry. He stepped away from the speedster and walked into the jumpship. He typed in the coordinates of the location he wanted to travel to and decided to go back twelve hours, so he would arrive right after Amaya had died.

Nate pulled the lever and the jumpship disappeared into the time stream. He would not return until he was certain Amaya would be alive when he did return.