It was the early hours of the morning so Five and Rachel went down to the sitting room immediately after washing their hands of Allison's blood. Rachel sat on the couch with a sigh.

"You think we could have saved her if we didn't…you know?"

Five clenched his jaw and sat next to Rachel.

"No, we had no idea where she went. We only would have found out once Diego got back and we met him as soon as he did."

Rachel lay her head on Five's shoulder.

"What a mess," the girl noted," How the hell are we going to find them now…?"

It was then that Klaus came in and sat on the couch across from them. Five got up from the couch and walked toward the fireplace.

"Oh, no, don't let me stop you from being lovebirds," he told them.

Rachel was about the speak when Diego came in.

"That bastard that nearly killed our sister's still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her."

"Vanya is not important," Five interjected.

Rachel looked up at him in astonishment as he limped back toward the couch. Luckily Diego spoke out first.

"Hey, that's your sister. A little heartless even for you, Five."

"I'm not saying I don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us. Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

Diego looked at Rachel who just sighed and shook her head. He had a point.

"I agree. Let's go," Diego said.

"You guys count me out," Klaus suddenly said," I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It's just…I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so…"

"You're coming," Diego commanded.

"No, no, no. I mean, I think we can all agree that my power's…I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

Rachel got up from the couch and pointed to herself.

"And mine isn't? Yet I'm still going."

"You? Useless? You can sense people a mile away and know who they are after meeting them once based on familiarity. You are also a killer."

Rachel sighed and leaned her head back.

"Klaus, get up," Five told him.

"You can't make me."

Before anyone could even blink, Diego tossed a knife that buried itself in the couch by Klaus's crotch. Klaus sighed.

"Oh, then again, I little exercise couldn't hurt. Yeah."

The four of them figured that Harold Jenkins would take Vanya back to his place. When they got there, they found him, but not alive.

"It's not exactly what I was expecting," Klaus noted.

They were staring at the dead Harold Jenkins run through with just about every sharp object in his house. Even some that aren't necessarily sharp.

"The understatement of the year," Five joined in.

"No sign of Vanya?" Klaus asked.

Rachel shook her head.

"Nope."

"Let's get out of here, before the cops come," Diego noted.

As Klaus and Diego turned to leave, Rachel watched Five step toward Harold Jenkins.

"In a minute," Five told them.

They watched as he pulled the eyeball he'd been carrying for 45 years out of his pocket. He tugged back the bandage on Harold's eye, which showed an empty socket.

"Come on, Five, what are you…"

Klaus came over for a closer look with Rachel.

"Ugh, wow," he commented as Five stuck the eyeball in the socket.

Diego retched into a corner from behind them. Rachel glanced back at him.

"Better clean up that DNA evidence."

Five leaned over and looked at his work.

"Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it. The eye I've been carrying around for decades, it—It's found its rightful home."

Five reached out and took the eyeball back.

"We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse," Diego told them.

"Yay!" Klaus sang," Let's go."

As he turned to leave, Diego grabbed the back of the jean vest he was wearing to keep him there.

"No, no," Five murmured," Wait, wait. It can't be this easy. Look, this is the note that I got from the Commission. The one that says, 'Protect Harold Jenkins,' aka Leonard Peabody."

"Yeah?" Diego asked.

"But who killed him? Who did this?"

"I have a crazy idea," Klaus spoke up," Crazy, but why don't we find Vanya…"

Rachel suddenly found herself outside the house. She turned at Five and pushed his shoulder.

"You know, you could at least hear your brother out sometimes."

"They're coming out now."

He was right. Diego and Klaus ran out and they all decided that going back to the Academy to check for Vanya would be the best plan. After they all checked the building top to bottom, Diego, Five, Klaus, and Rachel met up upstairs.

"No sign of Vanya," Five reported.

"She's not in any of the rooms," Diego told them

"She's not downstairs, either," Klaus added.

Rachel informed them that the girl was not outside or a mile within reach.

"Well, I'm out," Diego said to them.

Klaus turned as his brother put a hand on his shoulder. They all were confused by him just leaving.

"Where are you going? Vanya's still out there, and so are Hazel and Cha-Cha," Five reminded Diego.

"I know," he said, turning back," I'm gonna get my things and then I'm outta here. I got some unfinished business with those fools."

Rachel and Klaus both leaned against the railings. They looked at each other from across the way when Five backed up into their line of view to ask Klaus a question.

"Hey, did Dad say anything about the apocalypse when you spoke to him? Any clues as to how it happened?"

"No. No clues. Truly terrific shave. But no clues."

Rachel really wondered what his powers must be like to have his dead Dad shave his face while talking to him. Five on the other hand was just too irritated to formulate another sentence. He instead chose to storm off. Klaus followed after him down the stairs. Rachel sauntered after them.

"You know, come to think of it, he did mention something about my potential, and how I've barely even scratched the surface of my—"

"How did he know about the apocalypse?" Five interrupted.

"I don't know, but listen," Klaus tried to get him back on his track," This whole jumping through time thing of yours, how did…how did you know how to do that?"

The group stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"I didn't. You'd realize that if you were actually sober."

Five kept moving toward the sitting room. Rachel took a seat on the stairs. She wasn't about to interrupt a brotherly feud.

"Hey, I am sober. I've been sober for two—almost two days now."

"Yeah, two days."

"It feels like forty-five years."

"Who are you kidding, Klaus? I've seen you fidgeting all day."

"Well, I guess we're both fighting our addictions, then."

"I'm not an addict."

"Yeah, you are. You're addicted to a drug called the apocalypse."

"You're wrong."

"First sign. Denial."

Klaus turned and began walking away but Five spacial jumped to be in front of him.

"You and I, we're not the same."

"I've seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn't know who they are without their high anymore. Trust me. You gotta just let it go."

Rachel almost slipped off the step in surprise as Five suddenly threw the glass eyeball at the wall, making it shatter into fine little pieces. He then stomped off to the sitting room.

"Figuratively, but yeah, that works, too," Klaus commented.

Rachel eased herself off the stairs as Klaus muttered 'One day at a time' to himself. She went up and put her hand on his elbow.

"It'll get better with time. As long as you keep trying."

Klaus looked down at her and chuckled.

"You two embody the concept of good cop, bad cop, you know?"

Rachel sucked in air through her teeth and nodded.

"Yeah, that was kind of how we did some jobs. Well, I'm going to go stop him from drinking himself under the table."

She casually made her way into the sitting room to find Five working behind the liquor bar. She saw that Five had jumped upstairs to get Dolores who was now sitting on the bar counter. Jazz music played on the vinyl player. Sitting down in front of Dolores, she tapped the bar.

"Anything special today, barkeep?" she teased.

"Margaritas," he told her seriously.

She watched patiently as he made drinks for himself, Dolores, and her. Each of them even got little umbrellas and straws.

"Cute," she noted, taking a sip.

As Five sat down beside her, he sighed.

"Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?"

Five was good at looking at who he was talking to when asking questions, so she knew the question was aimed at Dolores. Since Klaus lined him up perfectly for an existential crisis, she just sat back and watched him talk it through.

"Now what? I don't know. I'm open to suggestions."

At that comment, he glanced at Rachel.

"I can think of a few, but maybe after the visitor leaves."

Five looked at her in confusion just as a loud knock from the front door reached their ears.

"Eh, I'll get it," he said, taking his drink with him.

As she sipped her drink and waited, she almost slipped off her chair seeing Hazel walk in. As Five wasn't armed, she didn't attack. She was alert though, as Hazel held a gun. He didn't have any aggressive emotions though, so she didn't need to worry yet.

"You here to kill us?" Five asked, taking his seat again.

"Oh. Shit. Sorry. Old habits."

With that Hazel put his gun away.

"Well, I can understand why you might feel that way, you know…"

"Well, you attacked our house, tried to kill my family, and kidnapped my brother."

"Well, there's not much I can do about the past. Don't forget I'm not the only killer in this room. You two got your own bloody histories, pal. Speaking of which, that job you did in Calhoun, that shit's legendary. Can't believe I'm actually sittin' here talkin' to you, after all-"

Five cut him short, thankfully. Rachel sipped her drink, musing about how Five really didn't need his ego stroked under any circumstance.

"Hazel, why are you here?"

Rachel glanced out into the foyer and cursed under her breath. She'd been hoping a particular someone in the house wouldn't notice Hazel's arrival. Before the assassin could say much Deigo came flying into the room and kicked him in the back.

"Diego, stop!" Five shouted.

Rachel made an impressed face as Diego flipped over Hazel.

"Get up!" he growled.

He then began kicking and punching with intent to kill.

"You know," Five sighed," before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say."

Hazel finally fought back, knocking Diego down.

"Oh, it just got serious," Rachel commented.

"I'm gonna kill you for what you did to Patch," he told Hazel.

"Or don't, see how that goes."

As Five leaned back against the bar, Rachel tilted her head at him.

"How far are you going to let this escalate?"

"Eh," Five responded, waving a hand at them.

Rachel rolled her eyes and looked back at the fight. When Diego got a knife into Hazel's thigh, they both grimaced.

"Oooh, that's gotta hurt," Five commented.

The girl beside him nodded as Diego pulled out some good moves.

"Huh, he's gotten a lot better over the years."

Five threw her a look.

"Stop being attracted to my brother right now."

"You don't know if I am. You can't read my feelings."

"I can read your tone. He's too young for you, so stop."

The two were both stunned when Diego bit Hazel's ear after being grabbed. Rachel grit her teeth.

"Yeah, that's not so attractive. Youthful lack of class."

Five took a quick sip of his margarita before jumping over to the couch and knocking his brother out with a glass vase.

"I draw the line at biting," Five sighed, stepping off the couch.

As he limped back over to the bar, he looked over at the hitman.

"Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick, before he comes round."

He took Five's words to heart and immediately told them.

"I left my partner, quit the Commission, came to volunteer."

"For what?" Rachel asked.

"To help stop the apocalypse," Hazel informed them, dusting glass off his shoulder.

Five chuckled while Rachel went back to her drink.

"What on earth could be so funny to you right now?"

"Before I answer that, why do you wanna help us?"

"Let's just say I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop."

Rachel cooed at him.

"Aw, he's in love."

She was amused by Hazel's ears going red. Five grinned.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, pal, but you're a day late and a dollar short. The fact that you're here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over."

"Really? How do you know?" Hazel questioned.

"The mark is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown left in the equation."

Hazel breathed out.

"Shit. Really?"

"Mm-hmm. And if you're out, then Hellrider ain't riding."

It was cute to watch him have a little mini celebration from the news. He then moved to the bar and sat down beside Five. He took the rest of the margarita from the blender and drained it.

"So now what?" Hazel asked them.

"You know, to be honest, I don't know. I've been chasing this thing for so long, I…I never really thought about the day after. I don't know. What about you?"

"I'm done with all this madness. Time to start over. You should do the same."

"That's easier said than done."

"It doesn't have to be hard. I mean, think about it like this. If you never time traveled, you never got caught up with the Handler, what would have happened?"

Five glanced over at Rachel who raised her eyebrows at him. She couldn't tell what he was thinking based off his emotions which didn't shift. It frustrated her. He then turned and looked at Diego.

"I guess I would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everybody else around here."

Both Rachel and Hazel laughed.

"Well, there you go. Now you can grow up," Hazel said," Good luck."

Five turned and looked between Dolores and Rachel before turning.

"Hazel."

"One more thing before you go."

"Shoot."

"Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?"

"Trigger woman."

"Huh. That's too bad. That gun could have cleared my brother's name."

Hazel rummaged around behind him and pulled out the gun from earlier and another one.

"Well, today is your lucky day, amigo."

He lay the guns on the bar.

"Take 'em both. I'm done with this life."

Rachel turned as he did.

"Good luck, Hazel. To you and your sweetheart."

He gave her a smile before leaving the Academy. Five turned back to face Diego. As Rachel did the same, Five spoke to her.

"I'm going out later. Do you mind waiting here for me?"

The girl examined his face. His emotions were quite mixed up suddenly for someone who did what he'd set out to do. She supposed getting a new sense of what to do after 45 years of hoping and trying would be hard.

"I'll always wait for you. Just, don't come back with another wound for Grace to patch up."

Five put a hand on her knee.

"You don't need to worry."

It was then that Diego groaned and stood up after his short nap on the floor.

"Good," Five smiled," You're up. Ready for a drink now?"

Diego looked at the two of them in confusion before leaping to his feet. He looked around for Hazel.

"Where is he?"

"I let him go," Five said, calmly.

Diego stalked toward him.

"You what?"

"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop."

Diego turned and picked up his abandoned knives.

"Hey, he didn't kill Patch. His partner Cha-Cha did."

"So what? They were both there that night."

Rachel sighed and put down her empty glass.

"This half of the partnership gave me both of their guns," Five informed his brother," Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene. Hazel came here looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good. So, it's time to move on."

"Not a chance," Diego hissed.

Five clenched his jaw before getting up and grabbing Dolores.

"Suit yourself. I am curious. Your girlfriend, Patch. What did you like about her?"

Diego turned to his brother while Rachel got up and started cleaning up the bar.

"A lot of things. Cute butt. Nice legs."

Rachel made a strangled noise in her throat from behind the bar. Men could be so simple.

"Anything a little more profound than that?" Five questioned, judgement in his tone.

"She believed in people. No matter how much shit and filth she saw on the streets. She always saw the good inside."

"Well, I'm sure she'll be proud to know that you're killing Hazel and Cha-Cha as a way to honor her memory."

With that, Five walked off. Rachel slowly wiped the bar as she watched Diego process that thought. He turned and looked at the guns left behind. Rachel gave him a gentle smile.

"Dolores didn't want her margarita, if you feel you need one."

Diego sighed and sat at the bar, grabbing the one that was for Dolores.

"Seems you two are wiser than me when it comes to…relationships."

"Mmm, we've got…twenty or so years more of experience? It just makes it hurt a bit more when wisdom comes out of the mouth of someone who looks so young. The fact that you two are siblings doesn't help. Aside from our age differences and experiences, it seems your taste in what you find attractive about a woman, personality-wise, hasn't changed. I remember when a little Diego gave me a compliment like that."

Diego's eyebrows lifted.

"You remember that? Wait, you knew-?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow at him in return.

"I could feel you liked me, Diego. Your actions showed it, too. Patch…it seems like she was good for you. It is good to be close like that with someone. Once this bar is clean, do you mind…telling me about her?"

Diego gave her a small smile and nodded.

"I'd like that a lot."

They took a walk that lasted a couple hours as they took their time.