While Astra, Gary, Spooner, and Gwyn were escorting Angus home, Zari and Gideon returned to the Waverider with Behrad and Alun. Gideon flew the ship back to the countryside. Both guys were examined and treated for any injuries in the medbay. Afterward, they took turns using the shower and changed into clean clothes. Behrad went to the cottage to collect his belongings, though Zari was skeptical about letting him return to the exact place he was seized from. Alun, on the other hand, explored the ship. Outside of the pocket dimension and his quarters, he didn't know all its ins and outs. He fabricated himself a bottle of water in the Galley. He inspected the lounge and the laboratory. In every area he ventured, his intrigue flourished more and more. Finally, he entered the ship's library. He's fascinated with the computer screens and artifacts on display. Then, he turns to the books on the shelves. He ran his hand across the spines until he spotted one with the name "Woolf" printed. He removed the book, sat down in one of the chairs, and began reading it.

He reaches the third chapter when the other Legends returned from Pembroke Dock. Fifteen minutes later, Spooner walked by with the blind Gwyn on their way to the fabrication room. Alun saw them, but he didn't say anything. Gary subsequently passes by and the two talk for a bit. "What are you reading?"

Using his index finger as a placeholder, he glances at the book's cover. "Mrs. Dalloway."

"Have you read it before?"

"No. I read To the Lighthouse and Orlando."

"I noticed you favor literature from Victorian authors. Is that an era in history you prefer?"

"Huh, I suppose I do."

The two chat a little more until Gwyn, now wearing his modified glasses, comes in and sees them conversing. "Pardon me, Mr. Green, I wish to have a word with Alun, please." Gary understands this and departs from the library. The two veterans haven't spoken to each other since their argument in the pocket dimension. Gwyn enters and stands in front of the desk. "I wasn't certain that you would like anything about my mates. I assumed that you'll find their eccentricities off-putting. At the same time, I was fretful that the commotion of being a Legend will be overwhelming for you. That the lifestyle will be too chaotic. In the process, I pushed you into using the pocket dimension to shelter you. That wasn't fair of me and I'm sorry."

Alun listens to his companion and forgives him when he is finished. He inserts a bookmark in his book, which he places down on the chair. He walks over and leans against the desk beside him. "May I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Is tonight a typical night for all of you?"

"To an extent, Ms. Lance and Ms. Sharpe aren't here & we usually don't linger around for the authorities."

"When I was still in WWI, I wasn't certain if I were to survive. Then, you and your chums... changed that... for me. Why?"

Gwyn gazes into his brown eyes, saying earnestly, "You matter to me." Slowly taking in the meaning of his answer, he briefly turns his eyes away, only for Alun to retain his stare on him.

"So, mind if I ask how does one become a Legend?"

Beaming with contentment under his beard, his closest friend replied, "I think you unceremoniously started working your way." Alun returns his smile and throws his arm around his shoulder. "One thing you learn about them firsthand is they embrace the abnormal."

Astra exited the ship to investigate if something is happening in the cottage. She brings along a plain umbrella, which she uses to avoid the rain. When she shut the door with a thump, someone asked, "Hello, who's there?" She quietly scolds herself for her mistake, leaves the damp umbrella by the entrance, and follows the voice to one of the bedrooms. Behrad was still packing up his belongings when he sees her in the doorway. "Hey."

"Hi." She stands on the threshold with her arms crossed. "I didn't think anyone would be inside."

He rubs the back of his neck. "I thought I get a head start on packing."

"I'm sure you can wait until tomorrow morning."

"You're probably right." Behrad pushes his knapsack aside and sits on the bed. He invites Astra to join him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine for the moment. How about you?"

"I felt mostly rattled. Thanks for saving me, by the way."

"We're Legends. We always look out for our own."

"Especially if they're being an idiot?"

"Especially that."

He takes her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Astra, I'm sorry I made you feel blindsided about my parents and made that remark about yours. It wasn't cool and respectful. I still want to continue taking our relationship slow. I just want to tell my folks about how sensational you are."

"How much did you tell them about me exactly?"

"Everything except your time in the underworld and your powers." She looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Believe me, if they knew about that, they might consider preparing an arranged marriage for me." Astra turns away with a frown appearing on her face. "Not that I would let them."

"It's not that. I'd like for my parents to meet you too, but I don't have that chance. Hearing how you told yours felt distressing and infuriating." Although her voice was filled with hurt, she refused to let her tears fall. Behrad scoots closer to her. She lays her head on his shoulder, while he strokes her curly hair.

"I can't imagine how you'd live with that." He realizes that he has forgotten something. "Oh no, the wine."

She gives him a confused glance. "I thought you say you don't drink."

"It was going to be a present for you."

"I have a better idea." She conjures up a mug of hot cider for each of them. "Did you bring your guitar with you?" The couple shares smiles and Behrad deeply kisses Astra's cheek.

After Gary has showered, he retreats to his quarters and changes into his pajamas. The walls in his room are filled with posters related to Dungeons and Dragons and his two "Employee of the Month Runner-Up" plaques from his time with the Time Bureau. He also has the same picture of the Legends on his desk. He notices a white envelope on his nightstand. His name is written in cursive on the front. He tears it open and reads the note inside:

Dear Gary, here's a little surprise for you. Sincerely, Gideon.

He smiles amusingly at this and leaves the message on his nightstand. He wondered aloud, "What do we have here?" He gets a hold of the remaining contents in the envelope. His jaw drops at the sight of her in the photos. "She's exquisite," he said to himself. The poses she made had his pulse racing. He slides them under his pillow and goes to find Gideon. He checks the parlour, but there's no sign of her. So, he ventures to the Galley, figuring she might be having a snack. However, she is nowhere to be found. He's beginning to worry. He arrives at her quarters and knocks on the door. He called, "Gideon, are you in there? Gideon?" Gary knocks again before entering. He can feel a knot forming in his stomach. Her bed is clean and untouched. He scans the spotless area before he decides on walking out. As he was about to do so, he peeks at the closet door, where a key is sticking through the hole. He opens it and finds the passage to the pocket dimension. Without a second thought, he wanders inside and closes the door behind him.