Following dinner, Behrad had baked a batch of ghorabieh tabriz (almond cookies) for dessert. Gary helped him serve with chaii (black tea). Alun wanted to hear about the others' preceding time-traveling adventures. With so many explorations among themselves, they had each selected their most memorable missions to tell. Gwyn remembered the time when Sara prevented the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Behrad looked back on saving his favorite television show on his 25th birthday. Gary recollected the Heyworld mission in a long-winded fashion. Alun was blown away from hearing these stories regardless of the discerning styles. Gwyn was admittedly confounded by the last couple accounts as well.

After the table was cleared, Gwyn started washing the dishes. Alun stuck around to help him out. He whispered to the others that he wanted to talk with the former in private. Behrad and Gary understood and left the two army veterans alone. He verged upon the sink, noticed the wet dishes carefully stacked on the counter, and started drying them with a dishcloth. Silence rested over the until he spoke up. "Those stories you and your friends told were..."

Gwyn enjoyed that he, Behrad, and Gary got along well while they were in the woodlands. He was still afflicted about his response to the oral accounts. He could've downplayed his tale more, but he knew his friend is someone to whom he doesn't want to lie. So, he suspected that he was overwhelmed by the provided details. "Unusual?"

"Well, yes, but they were also fascinating."

The feedback alleviated Gwyn as he handed him a drinking glass to dry. "How about we do something mundane? Like fishing?"

Alun dried it and placed it in the cupboard. He looked at him in disbelief. "Really? You once said you didn't like to fish."

His friend countered in a mildly defensive tone, "Yes, of course it wouldn't hurt to try a new interest." Alun chuckled in response to this. The two finished up and left the kitchen.

A day (or two) later, the fellows all visited Pembroke Dock to prepare for their fishing trip. The air is ridden with salt from the ocean. During their outing, they noticed a few townspeople silently giving them disdainful stares. The scorn impelled discomfort in the newcomers, but they nonetheless have persisted on their way. They stopped at a bait-and-tackle shop, where the owner kindly helped them out. He contently questioned, "Do any of you have fishing experience?"

"I do," Alun answered as he raised his hand. Behrad and Gary sensed the slight embarrassment among themselves. Gwyn was beginning to cast doubt on his idea.

"Would you gentlemen like for me to make a discount on your purchase or do you each have an account?"

Gwyn vouched, "We don't have an individual account."

"Okay, then. That'll be £23." Gwyn paid the owner, who handed them their bags. Once they left, the manager headed to the back. The door was heard opening. He returned to the front, only to find himself encountering the same hard-nosed townsfolks from before. Their names were Lars, Owen, Thomas, and Oliver. "May I help you?"

Lars spoke in a gruff voice. "What are they doing in here?"

He genuinely regarded them with confusion. "Who?"

Owen pressed on aggressively. "Don't be simple-minded with us, Angus. Those four bloody wankers who were here. The ones you helped!"

"They were merely customers. Nice men they are."

Thomas, the third associate, snidely enunciated, "You and those two sympathizers should know their place than rubbing shoulders with foreigners." Angus observed the revolt on their faces and silently determined its drive as narrow-mindedness. He became disgusted by these bullies.

He scolded, "Unless you want to stay and chase off all my customers, I want you blokes to leave." The combative foursome stood their ground. "I'm not asking you. Get out of my shop."

Oliver walked over and locked the store's front door. He rotated the sign from the side reading "Hello, We Are Open" to "Sorry, We Are Closed". The other three surrounded Angus, backing him into a corner. "Come on, Angus, we're going on a little trip." The anger on his face changed into fear.

Meanwhile, the group returns to the cottage, unaware of what happened to Angus. Alun and Behrad store the nightcrawlers in the freezer. Prior to this, they sneaked a peek. The slimy and wiggly nightcrawlers weaved through the dirt as a thread and a needle poking through fabric. Behrad inquired Alun more questions. "Who taught you how to fish?"

"My father did."

"Are you close to your family?"

"My parents did their best with me. I don't think they know that I'm still alive." The definitive grasp of the last sentence felt like a slap in the face for Alun. His death was an inflexible matter until his rescue by Nate, Gwyn and the Legends altered it. Even though he had prayed for his life to be spared, he'd not ever anticipated that at all. "How am I supposed to explain how I survived the war and went MIA all that time?"

Behrad pats him on the shoulder. "We could let you visit them if you want."

Alun shakes his head in disbelief. Behrad solemnly conveyed, "The worst thing you can do is let them believe a lie." He sees the pensiveness in Alun's eyes. The two were deep in thought after that.

Gwyn and Gary assembled the tackle box in the living room. As they were finished, Gary told the scientist, "This has been fun for my first-ever guys' trip. I appreciated that you allowed me to come."

"I'm glad you're having a good time, Gary. I must confess, I originally planned this as a two-man tour."

He got baffled quickly. "Wasn't it a guys' trip from the start?"

"Not exactly. Luckily, the plan became adaptive when Behrad wanted in." Gary recollected how he didn't hear anything about him and Astra. He knew he didn't ask the other night, but it was not a major issue then. In that instant, Behrad and Alun walked in and joined them on the sofa. The latter looks out the window and observes the sun going down.

"It's too early to call it a night," Behrad stated. The others agreed with him with a nod. "What do you want to do?"

Alun suggested, "Well, I can share one of my poems with you. My journal is in my room. May I borrow one of your keys?" The others were perplexed by his request.

Gary questioned, "Your room? Here?"

"No, in the manor. I actually wrote four poems since I was on the ship." Gwyn was astonished from hearing this confession. He thought Alun needed a change of scenery for his writing. Gary and Behrad are likewise confused. After one of them gave him his manor key, Alun leaves them standing there. The astonishment in Gwyn's face fades into a blend of disappointment. He mumbles something under his breath. Behrad witnesses this with concern. "Gwyn, are you okay?"

"No, Behrad, I'm not. I need to have a word with Alun. Excuse me." He storms out of the living room and enters the dimension. Gary and Behrad are left alone. The former moves an inch closer to the latter, startling him. "Uh, a little room?"

"Care to share anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you insert yourself in Gwyn's plan?"

"I didn't insert myself into anything. I need to get out of the Waverider for a bit. Besides, Gwyn was cool about it."

Gary senses Behrad was intentionally quiet about his own relationship. "Are things alright with you and Astra?" Though he doesn't get a verbal answer, the wince on the latter's face said enough. "What happened?"

Behrad sits on the sofa, covering his face with his hands. He slides them down. "Gary, I've messed up big time. I don't know how to make it right."

"What did you do?" He sits beside him.

"I... Among other things, I brought up Astra's parents in a fight." Gary gives him a disbelieving stare. "I know, I know. I acted like an idiot."

"You're going to see her soon. In the meantime, think of a good peace offering." Behrad nodded his head. "Anyway, you're not the only one using this vacation as an ulterior motive. I came on this trip because Gideon enabled me that it'll be a good solo human experience. However, I don't know if I could stay on the ship, knowing Astra doesn't like me more because I'm with Gideon."

"I wouldn't think so. She knows that you mean a lot to Gideon and vice versa." Gary shrugs at this, believing Astra's view of him might not change ever. "You know what's funny? If you and she get married and I married Astra, we would be related." He begins chuckling at the idea, only to stop when he sees a telling expression on Gary's face. "Wait, do you want to marry Gideon?"

"Yes. I mean, not right now. I do want to ask her someday."

"Wow, I did not see that coming," Behrad replied. He contemplates what Astra likes. "I thought of a peace offering. Astra likes red wine. I'll swing by the market first thing tomorrow and see if there are any bottles of it on sale."

"Good idea," Gary approved with a smile. As they shared a high-five, the electricity in the cottage is suddenly shut off. "Shoot, it must be a power outage. Let's find the fuse box." Gary fetches a flashlight and turns it on, while Behrad retrieves the toolbox just in case. They go to the basement, where the fuse box is on the wall. Little did they know that the power was turned off on purpose.

As they're entering, three disguised intruders ambush them on the spot. Two of them tie Behrad and Gary up. The remaining member lets three other people in through the window. A familiar aggressive voice instructed, "Search the place for the other two blokes." They march into the living room. No sight of Alun and Gwyn. They scramble into separate rooms, but failed to track them. One of them spoke in a squeaky voice, "Let's wait until they come out." The two figures agree with the speaker.

Gwyn and Alun were coming through the walkway leading to the exit. The "talk" the former intended has become a heated argument. He furiously proclaimed, "I thought you said you're having a difficult time writing."

"No, I'm having a difficult time complying with the rules on the ship. I had enough solitary time for my poems." He sighed in exhaustion. "I didn't even ask for this bloody cruise."

"Then, why would you approve?"

"Because I thought that's what YOU wanted. I'm new to your mates and your new life. Up until the last couple of days, I only knew and trusted you. At least, the you I met in World War I." The two veterans exchanged hardened glances before Alun opens the door. Both high on emotions, they remain oblivious of a trespasser, who stealthily alerted the others of their arrival. One knocks the hot-blooded men out with a frypan, one by one.

Gwyn and Alun both gain consciousness about 20 minutes later. Their hands each are bound together with rope. Gwyn observes the environment around them; the brick walls are dusty and the cell door is present. The window in the chamber also has bars. Gwyn called out, "Hello? Is somebody there?"

A voice emerged from the other side. "Hello? Gwyn, is that you?"

"Behrad, where are you? Is Gary with you?"

"Yeah, we're chained up in the cell next to you. How on earth did we get here?"

"I wished I knew, but I don't."

A different voice cried, "Hello? Who goes there?"

"Who's that?"

"I believe we met earlier today in my shop."

Gwyn affirmed, "Pardon me, do you own a bait-and-tackle shop in Pembroke Dock?"

"Yes, my name's Angus."

"On the behalf of me and my mates, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance again. Do you know why we're here?"

"Two of your mates, the ones you call 'Behrad' and 'Gary', are foreigners, strangers. While this isn't a problem for some folks like myself, others don't take kindly to them as they think outsiders are nothing more than invaders. Worst of all, our abductors assume 'anyone of our own' who show any courtesy to them is a traitor to this country."

"That's kind of extreme, do you think," Gary inquired.

"Not long after you left, I was confronted by some fellas who don't like me catering to you lot. I was bound and gagged & taken here."

Alun asked, "Where is 'here' exactly?"

"You're in Pembroke Castle," a gruff voice hailed from the entrance. They watch as Lars walks in with Owen, Thomas, Oliver, and the six trespassers. The captors stand a foot apart from one another and eye their uneased prisoners with an arrogant smirk or glare. "I hope you find this place to your liking."