"That letter m-must be w-wrong," Diego stutters.

Five stares straight ahead, eyes on the road. His teeth are clenched and his knuckles are white as he grips onto the steering wheel. Vanya is still sobbing and Allison cries softly in the back. Luther just looks shocked. Diego turns back to face the dashboard as Five pulls over by the waterfront. The gravel crunches under the tires.

Diego remembers the last time he was here. It was the night after Five returned. Klaus was with him, talking to himself about getting eggs, or was it waffles? Klaus was alive, but now that letter says his brother is dead; tossed into the bay; and for what? They were too late. It has been days. They took too long to find him. He is going to murder Cha-Cha. He will hunt her down and kill her slowly, just as she deserves. He wipes at his wet eyes before the others can notice and hops out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. Diego takes off his coat and tosses it at Luther who yanks it off his face and rolls it into a ball. Diego looks at the tranquil water below him, wishing they had never gotten into this situation, then he springs over the edge and dives into the chilly water.

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The siblings wait in silence. Luther leans against the railing and Allison sits on the hood. Vanya stands on the side with her arms crossed and a concerned look on her face. Five paces, looking into the bay every half-minute. Diego has yet to resurface, but this is not what is troubling the motley crew. Diego can hold his breath indefinitely, after all. Awhile later, Diego's head pops up by the railing. He treads water and bobs with the water's motion. He does not have Klaus's body.

"I-I can't find him. I don't think he is here."