It was about an hour later that Five decided he needed coffee. They found Klaus strumming an electric guitar in the kitchen. He sat oddly in a chair at the head of the table, his black boots at the other end of the table from him.

"Hello, there," he said, smiling at them.

Rachel could tell Klaus had let himself go a bit more over the years. He had already been finding drugs by the age of thirteen, so she could imagine how far gone he would have gotten in seventeen years. Rachel sat on the table, her feet resting on the chair just beside Klaus. Five went to search the shelves for his desired caffeine. Klaus looked up at her, surprised to find her smiling at him.

"I wondered if you ever had any more luck with your powers."

He let out a quiet laugh.

"Drugs are the best at shutting it all out, so no. It feels so good to be...numb. But it's nice to know you were thinking of me all those years."

He had meant it sarcastically, but Rachel put a hand on his shoulder.

"You were my friend. Of course, I thought about you."

Klaus looked away, as if her sincerity was too bright to look at. Here he had been thinking she'd abandoned all her soft edges after being stuck with Five. Apparently, that wasn't the case.

"Well, you're nice. Nicer than the rest of them, for sure."

The two glanced over as Allison came slowly into the kitchen and placed a black jacket of hers on a chair.

"Where's Vanya?" she asked.

"Oh, she's gone," Klaus told her.

Five walked over with a tin.

"That's unfortunate," he said.

"Yeah," Allison agreed.

"An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee," Five clarified, putting the tin down on the table by Rachel.

Rachel and Klaus exchanged an amused look.

"Dad hated caffeine," Allison reminded him.

"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us," Klaus noted with a laugh.

"I'm taking the car," Five informed them, heading out of the room," Come on, Rachel."

The girl slid of the table with a heavy sigh.

"Where are you going?" Klaus asked in surprise.

Five turned and gave him a look that read how stupid he felt everyone else was aside from himself.

"To get a decent cup of coffee."

"Do you even know how to drive?" Allison questioned.

"I know how to do everything."

Rachel laughed and looked at Five's siblings.

"You can tell he never learned to be humble in forty-five years."

After saying that, she felt the familiar pressure of a hand on her arm before she was standing outside the Academy. Before her was Reginald Hargreeves' car. Too tired to quibble over it, Rachel got into the passenger seat as Five grabbed the key before getting into the driver's seat. They didn't go far as Five stopped them outside Griddy's Doughnuts. The shop had been standing for years with its yellow and orange sign. What was newer was a neon sign of a coffee mug above the building. It was nice to see it was still going.

"Your driving skills still leave much to be desired," Rachel teased, looking over at Five.

"Liar. Let's go."

Five practically ran inside for coffee. Rachel took her leisurely time. The little shop was practically empty. As Five went in, one person came out. She thanked the man for holding the door for her, knowing that her companion had not. Outside, another man was making his way inside from his truck. Five rang the bell just as the man got in and Rachel took her seat on Five's right. The man sat down by Five with one seat between them. He pulled out a magazine and started writing on it, doing a crossword puzzle.

The waitress soon came out. She was a skinny, middle aged woman. Her blonde hair was tied up and she wore a bright pink uniform.

"Sorry, sink was clogged. So, what'll it be?" she asked.

Unsurprisingly, she looked at the one person in the room who looked like an adult.

"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair," the man told her.

"Mm-hmm. Sure. Can I get the kids glasses of milk or something?"

Five scoffed.

"The kid wants coffee. Black."

The woman gave an awkward smile and looked over at the man.

"Cute kid."

Five gave her a huge fake smile. Rachel just grinned and looked over at the woman.

"I'm good, thank you."

The woman awkwardly moved off to get the requested items. While waiting, Five looked around.

"Don't remember this place being such a shithole," he said to the man, "I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts till we puked. Simpler times, huh?"

"Eh. I suppose," the man replied with confusion.

The waitress returned with the pastry and coffee. The man paid for Five's drink.

"Thanks," he told the man.

Rachel noticed him eyeing the man's jacket. On it was labeled a towing company.

"You must know your way around the city," Five conversed.

"I hope so. I've been driving it for twenty years."

"Good. I need an address."

Rachel rolled her eyes hard as he asked for the department store location for Dolores among other places. Shortly after the man finished his pastry, he wished the two of them a good night before leaving. Rachel leaned her elbows on the table. She was going to open her mouth when the front door opened again. Rachel glanced back to see six individuals dressed in black filing in with guns trained on the two of them.

"They're here," she sighed at Five.

Five looked through the bell on the counter to see who she was talking about.

"Hmm. That was fast," he said as they pointed guns at the two of them," I thought we'd have more time before they found us."

"Okay," the leader of the team said," So let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

"I've got nothing to say," Five told him," How about you, Rach?"

She shrugged at the man.

"Where he goes, I go, so…"

"It doesn't have to go this way," the man warned them," You think I want to shoot a pair of kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that," Five responded casually," You won't be going home."

Five reached out for the butter knife near him before jumping behind the man and stabbing him in the neck. The man's gun fired as the entire placed turned into chaos of guns firing, Five jumping, and men dying. When Five had moved, Rachel dove around the edge of the counter to avoid the initial bullets. After the man closest to her fell to the ground from gunshot wounds, Rachel pulled on his gun, causing the strap to choke him to death. Pulling the gun off his corpse, she turned and shot another man by the door. By the time she turned for another target, Five was outside the restaurant, taunting the men inside. In the blink of an eye, he took out the rest and pulled his necktie off one man he strangled with it. He put it back on and straightened his outfit. Rachel leaned down and snapped the neck of the man Five had stabbed with the butter knife. Grabbing the device that was tracking them, she huffed and put a hand on her hip.

"Your powers really give you an unfair advantage," she told her partner, standing up.

Five smoothed out his clothes.

"You still got half of them, so be content with that. Any more of them and I would have told you to hide until it was over."

The girl rolled her eyes at him before handing him the device.

"These trackers need to go," Rachel informed him.

Five found some steak knives behind the counter. Unpleasantly, Five cut into Rachel's arm first, pulling out the tracker. Rachel then did the same for him. Five cut off the bottom half of shit shirt to make bandages for them. As they left, Five dropped them out in the parking lot as they made their way to the car.

"So, where to now?" she asked, slumping into the car.

She watched as the cloth around her arm soaked with blood. She looked over at Five trying to ignore the pain.

"Vanya's."

She was actually surprised by that answer but considering that the two of them now had knife wounds in their arms with only cloths for bandages, it made sense. They actually reached the woman's apartment before she even got home. It was a quaint little one-bedroom apartment. Vanya had her music corner near the windows, a fireplace with small bits of décor on it, and a small couch, chair, and coffee table in the living room. She had a small kitchen, small bathroom, and her bedroom. As Rachel examined the fireplace, Five checked the windows and scoffed.

"No locks," he muttered.

Rachel let out a laugh.

"You're such an old man."

"What? You disagree?"

"Well, no…"

"See? Who is the old one now?"

As Five took a seat on the living room chair, Rachel moved to sit on the chair arm. Before anything else could be said, they heard the jingle of keys in the lock. Vanya was certainly taken aback to find them sitting in her living room. Especially since Five turned on her lamp just as she was reaching for the main light switch.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed, seeing Five in her armchair and Rachel sitting on the chair arm.

"You should have locks on your windows," Five informed her.

"I live on the second floor," Vanya noted.

"Rapists can climb."

Rachel scowled at him.

"That's how you're going to phrase that?"

"You are so weird," his sister told him as she closed the door.

She took off her jacket before sitting on her couch. As she sat, she seemed to realize that the two of them had been in a scuffle of sorts.

"Is that blood?"

Rachel moved to sit beside Vanya. Rachel couldn't hide her arm without a jacket, so the wound was just out there for her to see. While Five hid his with his jacket, he still had blood on his shirt collar.

"It's nothing," he told her.

"Speak for yourself," Rachel hissed as she moved her arm.

"Why are you here?" Vanya asked them.

"I've decided you're the only one I can trust," he told her.

Vanya glanced at Rachel who just gave her a smile.

"Why me?"

"Because you're ordinary. Because you'll listen."

Vanya agreed and went to her bathroom to grab first aid items. As Vanya attended to Five, Rachel worked on her own arm. As the women worked on the wounds, Five looked at his sister.

"When I jumped forward and got us stuck in the future, do you know what we found?"

"No."

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as we could tell, we were the last people left alive. We never figured out what killed the human race, but…I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it."

Vanya stared between the two of them, her jaw slack.

"I'll put on a pot of coffee."

After she did that, she sat back down for Five to continue, now he just had a coffee in hand. Rachel sipped at her own quietly.

"We survived off scraps. Canned food, cockroaches, anything we could find. You know that rumor that Twinkies have an endless shelf life? Well, it's total bullshit."

"I can't even imagine."

"You do whatever it takes to survive, or you die. So, we adapted. Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to overcome it. You got anything stronger?"

Rachel and Five followed as Vanya went to get her alcohol. After giving Five his small glass, she watched as he took a sip.

"You think we're crazy," he said, registering her blank face.

"No. It's just…it's a lot to take in."

"Exactly what don't you understand?"

"Why didn't you just time travel back?"

Five pretended like it was a novel idea.

"Gee, wish I'd thought of that. Time travel is a crapshoot. I went into the ice and never acorn-ed. You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family? You think I didn't try everything to get Rachel back to her family?"

At that, Rachel bit her lip and looked down at her feet awkwardly. That hit Vanya as well, as she knew what happened to Rachel's parents after the girl disappeared, yet it wasn't quite enough.

"If you grew old there, you know, in the apocalypse, how come you still look like a kid?" the woman questioned.

Five shook his head.

"I told you already."

He moved to the counter by the alcohol, smacking the cup against the counter. He grabbed the bottle. He began to pour more into his glass.

"I must have got the equations wrong."

"I mean, Dad always used to say that…time travel could mess up your mind. Well, maybe that's what's happening?"

Rachel let out a breath that time.

"So, me, too? I'm crazy because he accidently brought me with him. Vanya, I always thought you were smarter than the others. Come on…"

Five sighed.

"This was a mistake. You're too young…too naïve to understand."

Putting down the glass, Five grabbed the car keys and Rachel. Vanya called out to them.

"No. Five…Rachel, wait."

Five paused at the door so they both turned to look at her.

"I haven't seen you both in a long time, and I don't want to lose you again. That's all. And you know what, it's getting late, and…I have lessons early, and I need to sleep, and I'm sure you do, too. Here."

Vanya went over to the couch and pulled two blankets off the back. Looking back at them, she looked up at Rachel. Before she could say anything, Rachel shook her head.

"I'll sleep in the armchair. It's fine. You take your bed."

Vanya hesitated, but could see that Rachel wasn't going to change her mind.

"We'll talk in the morning again. Okay? I promise."

She then walked past them, wishing them good night. They responded in kind. When she closed the door, Five took a seat on the couch. He pulled the glass eye he kept in his pocket out, examining it. Rachel sat beside him.

"You want to go and find this place in the middle of the night?"

Five looked up at her.

"We don't have time. You can stay here if you want, but-"

"We're a team," she cut him off," Even if you are able to deal with everything yourself most of the time, it isn't a bad thing to have back up."

Five nodded in agreement.

"Fair point. Let's go then."

With that, the two of them quietly snuck out of Vanya's apartment.