Shortly after they set foot in Pembrokeshire, South Wales, the guys looked on as the Waverider soared into the sky. Later that day, they found a cottage to lodge in for the duration of their trip. It obtains a small-scale kitchen, two bedrooms, one bathroom, a garden, and a picturesque view of the countryside. They had accommodated the bedroom arrangements. Gwyn would share one with Alun, while Behrad will bunk with Gary in the other. They all started unpacking immediately after this compromise. As they were doing so, Behrad noticed that his new roommate's suitcase was filled with the same clothes he wears every day. "This is probably none of my business, Gary, but do you have any other clothes?"

"Yeah, I do. When I first started working at the Time Bureau, I wanted to look professional."

"I totally get that, but I'd never seen you in casual attire."

"It's customary to show little skin from head to foot. On a different matter, the last time I wore anything other than a suit was in high school. If we had met then, you'd see my outfits were... as once described 'perfect for a nerd'," Gary said as he finished unpacking.

Behrad winced hearing that. He remarked, "If you and I have met before joining the Legends, we would've still hanged out." Gary smiled at the thought. "What do you think of Alun?"

"I don't know. Maybe he'll open up more, now that we're under the same roof."

"You're probably right."

That night, they lay on opposite ends of the bed. Behrad, who was on the left side, wore a T-Shirt and pajama bottoms. Gary, who's on the right side, wore cotton pajamas. They weren't fully asleep, so they talked more. Behrad asked, "I've always wanted to know. Why do you have three nipples?" Gary recalled how he originally had two, but a demonic unicorn bit it off in Woodstock. Then, he reacquired it from the chaotic yet persuasive Neron in its cursed form and with a hypnotizing ability, only for it to be ripped off again by Mona Wu's alter-ego, Wolfie. He ultimately received it again and was granted the third nipple from his (now former) Fairy Godmother. "I have it in the event that I lose one of the first two again."

"Wow, that's one backstory, Gary," Behrad claimed, stunned by the detailed account.

"Yeah, it was a wild journey."

"I have another question."

"I was given this appearance when I first wore my glasses."

"Not that. I was shocked when I first learned about you and Gideon." He sat up and looked at him. "I mean, I know everyone was, but... what really brought you two together?"

"We're both fascinated with being human and we opened up to each other." Gary rose himself up as he disclosed, "Out of all my partners, former and current, Gideon is the only person who doesn't treat me as inferior, even in my abilities and mistakes. I want to make sure that she is treated with the same respect, protection, and patience she gives me."

Behrad smiled genuinely at his bedfellow. "Aw, man, you're in love."

"Yeah," Gary affirmed, "even after the issues we faced in the past." He thought of his last two conversations with Gideon. He couldn't forget how she had cowered and anxiously pleaded for him to stay out of trouble. "Behrad, can I ask you a random question?"

"Sure."

"Say, you said something to someone and it causes them to react like it's a sensitive topic. What would you do?"

"Does this question relate to anyone in particular?" Gary divulged his last interaction with Gideon to him. "And you already asked her what's wrong?"

"Yes, she said she's fine when I know she isn't. I know I tend to say the wrong things, but I think I accidentally scared her because she hasn't reacted like that until then."

"Chances are Gideon will tell you when the Waverider comes back in a few days. Anyway, you're all right." Gary nodded in agreement. He lied back down and fell asleep. Behrad also reclined, but he was still awake. He reflected back to the last time he chatted with Astra.

The couple was in her quarters. He had his back against the wall. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with her arms folded over. "Behrad, we've been dating for a month."

"A month and three weeks," he clarified. "My parents wanted to know what's going on in my life. It has been a while since I last saw them."

"Don't you think it's too soon to tell your parents about us?"

"Yeah, but when they heard about you, I thought it's fine that I told them about my enchanting girlfriend. I thought you don't mind me telling them about you and your family."

Astra jumped up, hearing this unforced statement. Her face grew overwrought. "You told them about my parents... without even asking me?"

"My mom wanted to know what kind of upbringing you have. She typically behaves like that with Zari and her ex-boyfriends, even John. Naturally, it was our turn."

"How could you be so indifferent about all of this? Do you think your parents wouldn't like their son dating a girl who has lived with chaos all her life?"

"Astra, calm down. I bet your parents would've liked me too if it was different." Behrad quickly noticed the way he verbalized that, but it was too late to take it back.

Hurt and enraged, Astra averted her eyes. She sprawled on her bed and held herself in a fetal position. "You know what, I think we need to find some space. From each other."

Behrad walked over and ruefully stretched his hand out to touch hers. "Astra, I didn't..."

She jerked it away, still avoiding eye contact with him. "Just get out." He departed her room without saying anything else, leaving her there alone.

Behrad wished he can retract his comment. Why did he even say it at all? He knew that Astra is very touchy when it comes to discussing her parents. (Alex Logue went missing after his wife, Natalie, died the second time on the night their daughter was cursed.) He sighed and turned his head to the closet door. He steadily closed his eyes and dozed into a deep slumber.

The next morning, Gary and Gwyn went to the market to buy food. When they returned, Behrad made breakfast: scrambled eggs and oven-cooked diced potatoes. Alun had joined them and liked the meal that he had an extra helping. "Alun, how do you like the change of scenery?"

"It's quite familiar, though not entirely. What year are we in?"

Gary answered, "2019. We're in the 21st century."

"And you two are from the future," Alun questioned him and Behrad.

"Yes," they confirmed. The rest of the day was very peaceful after breakfast. They ventured the woodlands, where they ate sandwiches for lunch. They saw different kinds of thriving flora and fauna. Alun brought along his notepad and pencil in hopes of getting creative inspiration. He wrote his observations down; when he was not jotting, he familiarized himself more with Gary and Behrad. "What exactly are your roles on your... ship?"

"I'm an engineer alongside Gwyn," Behrad answered.

"I specialize in alien knowledge and magic."

Alun looked at Gary. "Alien knowledge? Are you a researcher?"

"No, I... I wasn't born a human. My true form is uncovered without my glasses." He inspected for any onlooking strangers passing by. He stood up, faced his companions, and removed his eyeglasses just after he saw nobody else. The others stared as he transfigured into his extraterrestrial species. Gary's yellow eyes focused on the startled Alun. He approached him for a closer examination. The bewilderment on his face persisted as Gary put his specs back on, reverting into his human physique. "Unbelievable," the former finally voiced. "What is your species?"

"I'm a Necrian," Gary said. Alun would've understandably freaked out or run for the hills. Instead, the latter was poised and stuck his hand out to him. Gary slowly and confusingly extended his hand, and the two men shook hands. "Why are we shaking hands?"

"You're brave in showing your true form to me." Alun looked at Behrad and shook his hand as well. "And you, sir, are welcoming despite my standoffishness. I apologize for not making an effort in getting to know you lot."

"You don't know us too well. Besides, it'll take you some time to adjust," Behrad avowed. "So, other than being a war veteran who likes poetry, tell us something we don't know about you."

"I was born in England an only child. My family moved to Wales when I was a lad. I like fishing, reading mostly William Blake, George Eliot, Charles Dickens, Virginia Wolff & Thomas Hardy, and playing football."

Gary asked, "Football as in soccer or pigskin football?"

"The former, I believe."

"Oh." They continued talking on their way back to the cottage. The sun was setting at the time. Gwyn enjoyed witnessing the camaraderie budding among his companions. He cooked and served cream of watercress for dinner. During the time, Alun told Gary and Behrad a story. "I was just collected following enlistment for the war. I didn't know anyone on the truck. I didn't want to cause any trouble or unwanted attention, so I kept my head low and read my book. A few pages in, someone was boarding and sat across from me. I heard a voice addressing me, 'What are you reading there?' I looked up and saw this introspective man peering at my book. I answered, 'John Keats.' He inquired about my favorite poet, which is Blake. He said he liked Lord Byron, especially this one poem called 'All Is Vanity, Saieth the Preacher', and moved to the space next to me. He asked me for my name and eventually introduced himself. From then on, we became friends."

Although Behrad knew the answer, he questioned, "Where is he now?" Alun did not say anything; he made direct eye contact with Gwyn, who was sitting down and listening. Gary noticed this and tried not to flash a big smile.

"I recommended it to him," he bashfully attested.

"That's a sweet story," Gary squealed. "Was Blake the reason why you started writing your own poems?"

"Yes. Well, we can't let this soup get cold now. Let's dig in, shall we," Alun proclaimed.