Rachel bolted awake the next morning thanks to a heavy knock on the door.

"Rachel, are you in there?"

It was Luther. Rachel glanced at the clock and saw that it was seven thirty in the morning. If Five hadn't come home and woken her up, something must have happened.

"Shit," she mumbled, tossing on the clothes she had discarded to sleep.

She spotted Dolores on the chair in the room and made a face at her.

"He's not dead. Why are you always such a naysayer? Luther feels…confused more than sad, so that's a positive."

After checking that she looked okay, she opened the door.

"Good morning, Luther," she greeted," Where is Five?"

She noticed the tall man looking past her into the room.

"Well…I was kind of hoping he was in here with you. He just disappeared on me."

Rachel turned and mouthed "See?" at Dolores. Turning back to the man, she nodded.

"Exactly how did it go?"

"Uhh…we got there; they called their boss. Klaus and Diego drove in and hit Hazel and Cha-Cha with an ice cream truck-"

The girl looked up at him with a slack jaw.

"I'm sorry, did you say-"

"Yeah, it was exactly what I said. They shot at us, missed, Five disappeared, I threw the briefcase, and the three of us guys drove away as fast as possible. I think I need to get the others together and talk to them about it. I was hoping you'd come down and join us."

Her eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Oh…" was all she could say at first before clearing her throat," Sure. Uhm. Give me some time to shower and I'll be down?"

"Yeah. We'll meet in the sitting room."

With that he turned around and headed downstairs. Rachel closed the door before wandering over toward Dolores.

"That isn't a bad idea…the Handler might have offered him a deal…but he wouldn't just ditch us."

The room was quiet as Rachel thought about it. Shrugging, she moved off toward the bathroom. Around 8:15, she met with Luther who had gathered up Allison, Diego, and Klaus for the meeting. Rachel dressed simple that day in jean shorts and a black t-shirt. Allison had been kind enough to grab them all coffee.

"Three days?" Allison questioned as she handed out drinks.

"Yeah, that's what Five said."

Diego sat to her right with his left arm in a sling. Klaus sat across from them on the floor in front of the matching couch while Luther sat at the bar.

"The old bastard did mention the apocalypse come to think of it. He just left out the part about how soon," Klaus noted.

Allison leaned on the bar by Luther.

"But can we trust him? I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little…"

She whistled and made the crazy sign by her head. Rachel brought her drink up to her mouth.

"Yeah, even I'm slightly insulted by that, thanks."

Klaus chuckled while Allison gave her an apologetic look.

"Our little psycho."

"He was pretty convincing," Luther argued for them," If he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse from happening, those lunatics wouldn't be chasing him."

Rachel sighed.

"Finally, someone with sense. Yes, I understand my mentality isn't quite so sound being stuck with your brother for all those years. But I can tell you for sure that he is telling the truth. He's just horrible about doing it. But if Hazel and Cha-Cha can't convince you…"

"That's why they were after you?" Diego asked her, brows furrowed.

Rachel nodded.

"What did you two even see?" Allison demanded.

Luther and Rachel shared a look. The girl was about to tell them the bad news when Luther cut in.

"Uh…apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible."

Rachel's eyes were wide as she stared at him, urging him to tell the rest. Instead he just clicked his tongue.

"Okay. So, here's the plan."

Rachel closed her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. This family and their damn secrets and half-truths. Luther paced the area in front of them.

"Uh, we go through dad's research-"

"Wait, what?" Allison asked confused.

All of Luther's siblings spoke up to reel him back in.

"What actually happened the first time around?" Klaus demanded, looking between Luther and Rachel.

"Yeah, what are you not tellin' us?" Diego inquired," Come on, big boy, spit it out."

As Luther loathed to tell them, Rachel went ahead.

"You died."

"What was that?" Allison asked loudly in shock.

Luther coughed on his coffee.

"She said, uh, we died."

It was at that moment that an umbrella popped out of the umbrella stand by Klaus's sitting spot, making him shriek in alarm. Picking up the stray umbrella, Rachel barely noticed when the Hargreeves decided to gather and argue about their deaths by the bar counter. Rachel turned to look out to the foyer after tidying. She could feel Vanya and someone new in the house. Hopefulness and happiness radiated off Vanya, which was new, while something much more sinister brewed in her companion. She felt ambition, vengeance, pride, and hatred. That mixture made the girl feel a little ill. She moved over to the others and waited for the two to arrive in the sitting room. It didn't take long for Vanya to call out to them. The man wore a smile as he looked at them.

"Hey."

The others turned to face their sister and the man with dark hair who was with her.

"What's going on?" Vanya asked.

Allison hesitated. Rachel could feel that she wasn't very fond of Vanya's buddy.

"It's a family matter."

"A family matter," Vanya repeated, upset at the phrasing," So of course you couldn't bother to include me, but Rachel's here."

Rachel took a sip of coffee in the awkwardness and looked away.

"No, it's not like that," Luther insisted," We were-"

"Please don't let me interrupt," Vanya cut him off and turned to leave.

Allison stepped forward.

"Vanya, wait. I'll fill you in later when we're alone."

"Please, please, don't bother. And I won't either."

Rachel glared from over her coffee at the guy. He was feeling somewhat smug about the whole situation.

"Vanya, that's not fair.

"Fair? There's nothing fair about being your sister. I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember. And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So, it turns out you're the assholes."

Vanya turned and left. The guy lingered for a second before following after her.

"Ouch," Klaus responded to the situation.

Allison looked back at them.

"I'm gonna go find Vanya and explain."

"No, wait, there isn't time," Luther said," We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse."

Allison reluctantly turned around and faced them all again.

"Now there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids. But I'm thinking this is about the Moon. Right? Dad must have sent me up there for a reason. And I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples. So, the first thing we need to do is find his research."

"Hold on. Hold the phone," Klaus interrupted," We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?"

Rachel realized at that moment that the man hadn't left the house, but Vanya had and was waiting out on the street. Turning, she spotted him upstairs. She was about to make her way over to him when a loud noise sounded by the bar. Suddenly Five came out of nowhere and crashed onto the bar counter. Dust went up everywhere. All of them stumbled away from the area.

"Je-Jesus!" Allison shouted.

From his spot lying on the couch, Klaus looked around at them.

"You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?"

Five was lying on top of a giant black briefcase. Rachel rushed over to help him.

"Five, where have you been?" Luther asked.

Rachel, Luther, and Allison caught him as he fell off the bar.

"Are you all right?" the females questioned together.

"Who did this?" the big man demanded.

Five took the coffee cup out of Allison's hand.

"Irrelevant."

He limped off a way and drained the coffee as they all looked on. When he finished, he turned to them.

"So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."

"The Umbrella Academy."

"Yeah, but with me and Rachel, obviously. So, if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead."

Out of his pocket came a folded paper.

"I know who's responsible for the apocalypse," he continued handing the note to Allison," This is who we have to stop."

Rachel leaned in like Luther and Klaus did to read the note Allison opened. As they read, Five grabbed the coffee from Rachel's hand and began chugging it. The note was an Office Memorandum from The Commission. On it was a reassignment for Hazel and Cha-Cha to protect Harold Jenkins.

"Harold Jenkins?"

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego demanded.

Five finished with Rachel's coffee before tossing it behind him farther into the sitting room.

"I don't know…yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So, we have to find him. And we have to do it now."

"How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther questioned.

"I don't know."

"Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?" Diego stepped in.

"That's enough."

"There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city."

"Well, we just better start looking, then."

Rachel couldn't ignore the man still inside range of her powers any longer and walked away from the conversation. In the foyer, she crossed his path. He looked at her, shuffling his arms awkwardly. She examined him through narrowed eyes.

"Oh, hello, young lady," he said, smiling at her.

She smiled sweetly back at him. Five would be proud as it was comparable to his fake smile.

"I'm sorry, in the midst of that small family drama unfolding back there I didn't catch your name."

"Ah, right. I-I'm Leonard Peabody. And you're Rachel Truesdale, right? Didn't you disappear for a long while?"

He held out his hand for her to shake, but she didn't return the gesture. Retracting his arm, he shuffled his arms again.

"Doesn't matter. I don't mean to be rude, Leonard, but what are you to Vanya exactly?"

Leonard looked toward the door, obviously wanting to bolt through it. He then turned back to her.

"It…is complicated. Probably the closest thing to compare it to is a boyfriend."

Rachel raised her eyebrows. Well that was certainly unfortunate.

"I see. Now…why, pray tell, are you in here…while she is out there."

He immediately lifted his coat.

"I forgot my jacket. I just had to run back and get it. I can be forgetful."

"Seems like such a quick little errand for someone who lingered in one spot longer than necessary. See, since you know my name, you might also recall that I sense feelings…and I don't quite like what I sense about you, Leonard. Relationships between Vanya and this family may be…strained…but I do love her very much. If you hurt her, I will kill you."

Leonard laughed awkwardly but saw that she was dead serious. His laugh died out.

"Well, that is good to know. I'm going to go meet her out there. It's raining, so we don't want her to get sick."

"No, I can tell you don't."

He gave her a second glance before mumbling a farewell and rushing out of the door. Rachel snarled at the closed door before going back into the sitting room. She came back in time to find Five yelling at his siblings. She wasn't surprised in the least as she took a seat on the couch.

"You know what else is insane? I look like a thirteen-year-old boy. Rachel can pinpoint people and their feelings. Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been."

"He's got a point there," Klaus jumped in.

"We didn't choose this life; we're just living it. For the next three days, anyway."

"But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died. Why is this time any different? Why shouldn't I go home to my daughter?"

"Because this time, I'm here. We have the name of the man responsible. Guys, we actually have a chance of saving the lives of billions of people. Including Claire."

The room went silent.

"You know her name?" Allison asked, softly.

"I do, and I'd like to live long enough to meet her."

Rachel couldn't help but smile to herself. When reading Vanya's book, Five had been rather amused at the idea of being an Uncle. It was one of the few times he'd smiled reading the book.

"All right," Allison agreed," Let's get this bastard."

"You had me at Gerald Jenkins," Diego piped up.

"Harold Jenkins," Five corrected.

"Whatever. I've already lost two people this week, I'm not losing anyone else."

"And Luther?"

"Yeah, you go. I'm gonna stay behind and go through Dad's files. I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the Moon."

Diego scoffed.

"Seriously? Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?"

"No. 'Watch for threats.' That's what he told me. You think that's a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow."

Allison put a hand on Luther's arm.

"No, we should all stick together."

"We don't have time for this," Five reminded them.

"Let's roll," Diego said," I know where we can find this asshole. Klaus, you're with me."

Klaus sat up from where he was leaning on the couch.

"Yeah. I—I'm good," he waved them off," I think I'll, uh…I think I'll pass, I'm…feeling a little under the weather, so, uh…"

He marched his way out of the room. Rachel got up and followed Diego and Five out of the room. Allison wasn't too far behind them. Rachel watched Five limp a bit before reaching out to him.

"Do you need a minute to patch yourself up?" she asked," You don't look good."

"That's quite the insult for a lover to say."

Diego whipped around with his eyebrows lifted high.

"A what?! What is Dolores?"

Rachel waved a hand at him.

"Don't think too hard. It's so simple its complicated. I'm serious Five, are you injured. Is it your leg or anything else?"

"I'll be fine. Let's focus on finding this guy."

Rachel sighed. It didn't help knowing that he was feeling pain, but he was so determined that she couldn't stop him. Five got into the passenger seat as Diego got into the driver's side. The two females slid into the backseat.