Santa Monica Pier was once again filled with people taking advantage of the long summer afternoon. Most of them were either oblivious to what had happened earlier that day with the dinosaur, or they had been made oblivious thanks to one of the Legends' memory flashers. There was, however, one security guard who seemed to suspect something. He stood beside Zari and Nate, scratching his head.

"So…there were a ton of people here earlier today," he said, slowly processing it, "and then there suddenly weren't any. Except you guys, for some reason."

"Exactly," Nate replied.

The man frowned, still confused. "Then why can't I remember why? In fact, why can't I remember anything that happened for about an hour of the day?"

"I don't know," Zari said. "Might want to get that checked out."

"Huh." He looked around, bewildered. "I feel like there was something wrong with the Ferris wheel…"

Nate quickly pulled out his flasher and wiped the man's memory.

"Nate!" Zari exclaimed. "We already did that!"

"Well, clearly, he was starting to figure it out," Nate argued.

"That doesn't mean you flash him twice," she hissed back. "You know how confused people can get if you flash them too many times in a row."

"Look at him," Nate replied. "He looks fine!"

The man blinked and squinted at the two strangers in front of him. "What…what just happened? Who are you?"

Zari spoke up first, thinking quickly of an excuse. "We're from Columbia Pictures," she said, extending her hand to shake his. "We used the pier as a set for an hour this afternoon. Thanks for letting us clear everyone out to film. I know the afternoon is peak timing."

"Oh…uh…yeah," the security guard said, nodding as he pretended to understand. "Columbia Pictures. Of course." He definitely didn't remember what they were talking about, but his mind was beginning to fill in the gaps. "I…uh…look forward to seeing the movie."

"We appreciate that, sir," Nate replied politely.

The two of them hurried away, eager to rush out of the situation before the guard could ask any more questions that could poke holes in Zari's story.

Meanwhile, Constantine leaned back again the railing on the pier, looking out at the open ocean. He pulled out a cigarette and began to light it. However, the moment it touched his lips, Ray reached over and pulled it away.

"Oh, come on, mate," Constantine groaned. "It's the sixties. Everyone smokes. They thought it was healthy. Let me fit in with the time period, all right?"

"Doesn't make it good for you," Ray pointed out. "And, actually, doctors figured out it was unhealthy in the mid-fifties, so you're a decade late for that excuse."

Constantine rolled his eyes. "You've been hanging out with your historian friend too much."

Charlie ran out from the crowd, waving one hand as a greeting and dragging Nora along with the other one. "Ray! John!" she announced. "We're taking Nora on the rollercoaster!"

Constantine tilted his head and looked at her confusedly. "We're what, love?"

Nora calmly explained, "I may have told Charlie that I've never been on a rollercoaster before."

"A bloody injustice," Charlie declared.

"Wait, really?" Ray asked. "Not ever?"

Nora shrugged. "The Order of the Shrouded Compass wasn't big on amusement park trips."

Charlie wrapped her arm around Nora's shoulder and gave her a friendly squeeze. "Which is why we're taking her on the one here," she said. "It's not very big by rollercoaster standards, so perfect for a first try. I'm telling you, Nora, it'll blow your magic mind!" She opened her hand to mime an explosion with an accompanying sound effect.

"You all can go," Constantine said. "I think I'll stick around here."

Ray frowned. "John, are you trying to get rid of us so you can get away with smoking while we're gone?"

Constantine waited a moment before answering, "No."

Charlie shook her head. "Oh, I'm sure he is."

"Well, in that case," Ray said, grabbing Constantine's arm, "you're definitely coming with us. This is for your own health, John."

"Fine," he agreed in a reluctant tone, although he was secretly a bit interested in the rollercoaster. "But if any of you throw up, I reserve the right to mock you."

While the four of them ran off to get in line, Mona and Mick pounded their mallets all over the Whack-a-Mole game. Leonard stood slightly away from them, arms crossed, leaning back against the wall of the gift shop next to the game booth. The two contestants were very loud and enthusiastic about their game. Leonard, on the other hand, observed in silence. Finally, the buzzer blared, and a victor was determined.

"Yes!" Mona exclaimed, laying down her mallet. The game attendant showed her a selection of toys and she selected a stuffed wolf.

Mick dropped his mallet on the table roughly. "This game is stupid."

"That's not what you said when she suggested it," Leonard drawled just loudly enough for his teammates to hear.

Mick and Mona walked over to where he was standing. "Do you want to play something, Mr. Snart?" Mona asked with a sweet smile. "Or go on any rides?"

"This isn't exactly my scene," Leonard replied. He looked around for a second, then asked, "Is Sara still on the ship?"

"Yeah," Mick answered. "She's got to get the dinosaur back home."

"And update Ava," Mona added.

"Ava," Leonard repeated. He glanced down at the ground, thinking. "What's she like?"

"She's a clone," Mick said. Mona slapped his arm. "Hey! What was that for?"

She pointed a finger at him and scowled. "You know she hates it when you call her that."

"She's not here, is she?" he retorted.

Mona shot Mick a disapproving look, then turned to face Leonard. "Ava's cool," she said. "I like her. She can be strict sometimes, but she's pretty nice once you get to know her. She and Sara had this kind of opposites-attract thing going, but they're not together anymore. I don't know why, though. They seemed pretty cute to me."

Leonard nodded, taking in the information. He could feel the strange feelings from the day before returning but tried to appear as unemotional as possible. "Interesting," he said simply. He paused, then added, "And she's our contact with the Time Masters now, right?"

"Time Bureau," Mona corrected him. "But yes."

He nodded again, but this time said nothing.

Zari and Nate rounded a corner and spotted the two rogues and Mona. "Oh, hey, guys!" Nate exclaimed, waving at them as the two of them walked over. "What's up?"

Mona held up her stuffed wolf. "I beat Mick!"

Zari laughed. "Ha! Nice!"

Mick clenched his fists. "It was a dumb game. I could win at something else."

Nate spotted another booth behind them. "Like that one?" he asked, pointing at it. "It looks like one of those little shooter games where you try to hit the target. Pew pew!" He pointed two finger guns at Zari and mimed shooting them. She sighed, then reluctantly smiled a little at his dorkiness.

Mona smiled. "I think I'm going to take a break, but maybe someone else can play. I vote Mr. Snart."

Four pairs of eyes turned to look at Snart. He waited for them to look away. When they didn't, he responded, "Why?"

"Why not?" Mona asked.

Mick smirked. "Afraid you'll lose?"

"Oh, I'm not afraid of that at all," Leonard returned.

"Then do it," Zari said. "Or would you rather stand in the corner being grumpy and broody all day?"

"I think I'll go back to the ship," Snart said quietly, turning to leave. Mona stepped in his way. He stopped, surprised. "Move," he told her firmly.

"No." She crossed her arms defiantly. "We just had a successful mission and we're celebrating by having fun. You're one of us now, so that means you get to have fun with us. That's how this works."

"Get to?" Snart asked. "Why does it sound like it's not optional?"

"Come on, man," Nate said. "It's a bonding thing. Plus, I think I speak for everyone here when I say, who wouldn't want to watch the notorious Captain Cold totally crush it at a carnival game?"

Zari nodded. "It's true."

"Or crash and burn, if he's competing with me," Mick added. Snart glared at him.

"Play one game with Mick and we'll get out of your hair," Mona suggested. When Snart didn't immediately answer, she began to chant softly, "Captain Cold! Captain Cold! Captain Cold!"

Leonard shook his head. "You do know this won't work, right?"

Nate joined in. "Captain Cold! Captain Cold!"

"Do I need to remind you that I'm carrying a very dangerous weapon right now?"

Zari also joined the chant. "Captain Cold! Captain Cold! Captain Cold!"

Leonard turned to Mick. "At least you're not part of this."

Mick looked back at him. Slowly, a mischievous grin spread across his face as he began to chant, "Captain Cold! Captain Cold!"

Leonard groaned and leaned his head back against the wall as the chants continued. When is Sara getting back? he thought. This would be at least slightly more tolerable with her. How long does she need to talk to Ava anyway? He refocused on the present moment and held up a hand to silence the four Legends surrounding him. "Fine. I'll play one game if you'll all shut up."

He walked over to the game. Nate handed the attendant two tokens to set it up while Leonard and Mick each sat down in front of a station. The attendant explained, "Okay, gentlemen, what you've got to do is shoot your gun at the targets that pop up. They'll move around, so keep your eyes open. Top score wins a prize."

"Whatever," Snart said, just wanting to get it over with.

"On your marks, get set, go!"

Tiny plastic balls shot out of the guns in front of Leonard and Mick, most of them bouncing against their targets. The other three Legends stood behind them and cheered them on. Finally, time ran out and a buzzer went off. The attendant looked at the scores. "Wow!" he said cheerfully. "That was really close, but I have to give it to…you!" He pointed at Leonard, who didn't seem very excited to win.

Zari, Nate, and Mona crowded around Leonard and Mick. "Ooh, sorry Mick," Zari teased. "Looks like Snart's not the one who crashed and burned this time."

Mick scowled at her. "I went easy on him."

"Sure you did," Zari said, not sounding convinced at all.

Leonard stood up. "Okay, I did what you wanted," he said. "I hope you're happy." He turned and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Mona called after him. "You haven't picked your prize yet!"

"You guys can pick whatever you want," he replied without looking back.

Nate put a hand on Zari's shoulder. "Can you give us a second?" he asked. "I need to talk to him."

She nodded. "Sure."

Nate smiled and walked briskly away until he caught up with Snart. He stood in front of him, forcing Leonard to stop in his path. "Hey, man," he said. "About today…"

"What about it?" Snart replied.

"I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page," Nate said. "I know I said a lot of stuff in the cave, and maybe wasn't the best teammate ever in the bar, but I really think we made progress today."

"Progress?"

"Yeah. On listening to and trusting each other. I think getting everything out in the open helped, you know?"

Leonard shrugged. "Maybe."

"Definitely," Nate said with confidence. "I helped you out with icing the road, you listened to me on the Ferris wheel…I think we're in a good place. I just want to make sure you think so too. Are we good?"

Leonard looked away, then back at Nate. He had to give him some credit. If not for Nate's idea on the Ferris wheel, Sara might not have made it. He felt he owed him some level of respect for his part in saving her. "We're good," Snart replied.

Nate grinned and opened his arms. "All right! Now, how about that bro hug?"

He really isn't making it easy to respect him, Leonard thought. "We're not there," he said.

"That's okay," Nate said. "I get it. Baby steps." He lifted one hand. "High five?"

Leonard simply turned around and walked away, saying nothing.

"Come on, Snart!" Nate called after him. "Don't leave me hanging!"

Leonard rolled his eyes and kept walking. He turned a corner and ran right into Mona. "Mr. Snart!" she exclaimed. "There you are! I was going to give you this." She held out a small stuffed animal. It was a snow leopard.

Leonard looked at it quizzically. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Because you won it," she explained. "We decided on this one because it was the only cold climate animal they had. Makes sense, right? Since you're Captain Cold and everything."

Leonard couldn't help feeling a little amused. "That's cute," he drawled with the faintest hint of a smile. "Where's Mick?"

"Challenging Zari to another round," she answered.

"Ah. Makes sense."

Ray, Nora, Charlie, and John spotted Mona and Leonard as they exited the rollercoaster and hurried over to join them. "Hey, Mona! Hey, Snart!" Ray said, waving enthusiastically.

"Hello, Raymond," Snart replied with significantly less enthusiasm.

Mona turned toward him. "What have you guys been up to?" she asked.

"Taking Nora on her first ever rollercoaster ride," Charlie answered. She wrapped one arm around Nora's shoulders. "So, what did you think, mate?"

Nora laughed. "Actually, it was pretty fun. The part where it dropped was kind of scary when it happened, but in a thrilling way, not a bad way."

"See? I knew you'd like it," Charlie said.

"And Ray didn't even throw up," John added.

"Hey!" Ray exclaimed. "Why would you expect me to throw up? I've been on tons of rollercoasters before."

John shrugged. "I don't know. You just seemed the most likely out of the four of us to do that."

Charlie turned to Leonard and Mona. "You two want to give it a try? The line's not so long now. We could all go again together."

"Well," Nora said before the other two Legends could answer, "not all of us. It's almost sunset." She smiled sweetly at Ray. "I think I'd like to find a good view."

Her boyfriend smiled back at her. "If we get on the Ferris wheel now, we'll be at the top just as the sun hits the water."

She took his hand in hers. "Perfect." The two of them ran off toward the end of the pier.

"Aw," Mona cooed. "How romantic."

I still don't understand how this is a thing, Leonard thought as Nora and Ray disappeared into the crowd, still hand in hand and beaming at each other.

"I'll go on the rollercoaster with you, Charlie," Mona offered. "I haven't been on one in a while. It sounds fun!"

"Brilliant," Charlie replied. "And John, you're coming too."

John looked at her with surprise. "I am?"

"You are."

"Why?"

"Because you had fun the first time, you don't seem to have any other plans, and, like Ray said, you can't smoke on a rollercoaster."

John stepped back, offended. "Are you really siding with Ray on this, love?"

"Ordinarily, I wouldn't care," Charlie admitted, "but you're the only other Brit I've got on the ship. Can't let you smoke yourself to death and leave me alone with all these Americans, now, can I?"

John thought about it and eventually conceded, "All right, I'll give it one more go."

"Yes!" Charlie exclaimed, pumping her fist. She turned to Leonard. "You in, mate?"

He shook his head. "I think I'll pass."

"But…" Mona started to protest.

"Your persistence is adorable," Leonard interrupted, "but I think I'm done here. Tell Mick I went back to the ship." He turned to leave.

As he headed toward the exit, Mona ran after him. "Wait! Mr. Snart!"

He stopped and turned around to face her. "Look, you can drop the 'mister', okay? The only people to call me that were Stein and Rip."

"Sorry," she said. "I just didn't want to assume. I barely know you, after all."

"Well, now you know me. What is it?"

She held out the stuffed leopard. "You forgot this."

He stared at it. "What am I going to do with that?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "But it's yours, so it's up to you." Before he could argue, she handed it off to him and sprinted away to join Charlie and Constantine again. "Bye, Snart!"

He looked down at the toy in his hands. "So…I guess I have a stuffed leopard now?" He stared at it for a second. "Cute." He stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket and turned around again to leave the pier.


"So, Ray's device worked, then," Ava said through the screen in the Waverider's parlor.

Sara nodded. "Yep. He's calling it a temporal energy gun."

"Sounds like something he'd come up with," Ava replied. "Well, it looks like the rift is safely closed, and within a reasonable amount of time. You can tell your crew that they did a good job."

Sara relaxed her posture, relieved. "Thank you, Director Sharpe. I'm sure they'll appreciate hearing that."

"I'm not finished, Captain Lance," Ava added with a stern look. "The Legends did a good job, but I do think you need to be more careful on future missions."

Sara crossed her arms. "More careful? Why do you say that?"

"Captain Lance, you may have contained the anachronism and closed the rift, but you also allowed a T-Rex to charge down nearly twenty miles of coastline in the middle of 1966. Thankfully, you were able to drive away most of the potential witnesses, but next time, that might not be as easy to do."

Sara's defenses began to go up. She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to react too quickly. "Do you think my team acted recklessly, Director Sharpe?" she asked as calmly as she could.

Ava waited a moment before answering. She hesitated, looking down at her desk. "No," she answered, finally looking back up. "I do not. I am sure it was the best you could do in that situation. I just ask that you use extra caution in the future." She looked away uncomfortably, then added, "I don't mean to sound harsh, Captain Lance, but this isn't a simple string of anachronisms we're dealing with. The fabric of time itself is unraveling as we speak, and the Time Bureau still has no idea why."

"They don't?" Sara asked anxiously. "No clues at all?"

"None yet. But anyway, you must understand why I'm emphasizing caution. There could be something much bigger going on here. The stakes are high enough as it is, and on top of that, there's so much we just don't know."

Sara glanced away awkwardly. "Yes. So much."

Ava noticed Sara's strange mannerisms and raised an eyebrow. "Captain," she asked, her words slow and measured, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about where these rifts are coming from, would you?"

"No," Sara answered a little too quickly. "Why would I know that?"

Ava leaned in closer to her screen, studying Sara's face. "No…of course you wouldn't. No one else does. Why would you?" She relaxed and sat back in her seat. "But if you do find anything out, tell me immediately."

"Understood," Sara replied.

"Good. I'll update you if there are any new developments on my end. Tell Ray to send me the design for his temporal energy gun first thing tomorrow morning. If we can reproduce it for our agents, then we might actually be able to make a dent in all these rifts."

"Will do."

"Thank you, Captain Lance. That is all."

"Goodbye, Director Sharpe."

The screen went dark as both parties hung up. Sara leaned back against her desk and sighed, thinking over everything that had been said. She said she wasn't calling us reckless, she thought, but she might as well have. Just wait until she finds out we created the rifts. That'll be a fun day.

"So…that's Ava?" Leonard Snart asked as he appeared beside the parlor's entrance. "Funny, she doesn't look like a Time Master to me."

Sara jumped in surprise. "Leonard! What are you doing here? I thought you were hanging out at the pier with the others."

"I was," he said with a shrug. "Thought I'd rather be here."

Sara glanced nervously at the dark screen on the wall. "How long were you standing there?"

"Not long," he answered. "But I think I can guess your next question, and no, she didn't see me. I was out of view the whole time. Although, that brings me to something else." He took a step closer, still not quite entering the parlor. "She doesn't know I'm alive, does she?"

Sara hesitated. "Well…not exactly…no."

Leonard smirked. "Wow," he drawled. "Didn't realize you were so embarrassed of me."

"That's not why, Leonard."

He sank down to sit on the steps at the parlor's entrance. "I know. It's not me you're embarrassed about. It's what you had to do to get me here." He looked up at her. "Am I right, Captain?"

Sara walked over to the steps and sat down beside him. "More or less," she said. "This isn't the first time the Legends have messed up the timeline trying to do something good. We tend to solve one problem by creating another. I would argue that whatever problems we create are usually justified, but the Time Bureau hasn't always approved."

"And you don't want Ava to disapprove."

Sara stiffened and looked back up at him, searching his face for any sign of resentment. She was relieved not to see any, although she thought she could still see that same tiniest, barely noticeable hint of sadness in his eyes. Again, she hoped she was imagining it. "I don't," she answered. "We're in a really weird place. I just don't want to look like a failure to her right now. It's not like I'm never going to tell her. When the time is right, I really do plan on explaining everything. Just not yet." She sighed and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "What am I doing? Complaining to you about my mess of a life right after getting you back from the dead? I'd imagine hearing about whatever stupid drama I've gotten myself into with Ava is the last thing you want to spend your big second chance doing."

"Hey, I don't mind," Leonard assured her. "What's the point of being alive if I don't get to listen to you vent?" He leaned toward her and smirked, hoping to get a laugh. When he didn't hear one, he moved closer to her, adjusting his posture so he could look directly into her eyes. "Sara, don't worry about it," he said softly. "I'm sure you'll figure out the right way to tell Ava about all this. And, worst case scenario, if it goes badly, I'll have your back."

She smiled at him, comforted by the sincerity in his voice. "You really mean that?"

"For better or for worse," he replied with a playful smile.

She felt chills. For better or for worse. She hadn't heard someone say those words to her in a long time, and they sounded so perfect in Leonard's voice. He'd said the same phrase to her that first day on the Waverider after listening to her argue that the Legends could change the world and their fate. In hindsight, she'd sometimes wondered if he'd meant something more with that specific choice of words. Of course, after the Oculus, she'd tried to avoid wondering anything about Leonard if she could help it. Now that he was back, it was another story.

The two of them sat in silence for a while. Sara continued to smile but shifted her gaze back to the floor. "I just need to stay focused," she said. "The faster we make progress with the rifts, the easier it'll be to talk to her about it. That has to be the priority right now."

Leonard watched her smile slowly fade as she spoke. There had to be something that could get her to smile again. He got an idea. "If it helps," he said, breaking the silence, "I brought you something that might cheer you up."

She sat up and looked at him, surprised. "Oh? And what would that be?"

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the stuffed leopard. "It's for you."

She stared at it amusedly, trying not to laugh at the sight of the hardened criminal holding a stuffed animal clearly intended for a child. Ultimately, she was unsuccessful and dissolved into giggles.

It worked, Leonard thought, a bit proud of himself.

She finally stopped laughing but continued to grin. "What are you doing, Leonard?" she asked, clearly entertained.

"Giving you a stuffed snow leopard. I feel like that should be obvious."

"Why do you even have one?"

"I didn't steal it, if that's what you're wondering."

She laughed again, then asked, "Okay, but why are you giving it to me?"

He shrugged as he placed the toy in her hands. "It's cute. You like cute things, don't you?"

"I guess so."

"Then, it's yours. Mazel tov."

Sara shook her head. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Just crazy about you, he thought silently, resisting the temptation to say it out loud. Three years ago, he might've said it. But now, Sara had said she didn't want to be anything with anyone. He had a feeling that saying something like that would be too much for her now, no matter how true it was. "I've been called worse things," he said instead.

Sara held up the stuffed animal in her hands and examined it carefully. "It is cute," she admitted. "I think I'll keep it." She turned to face him again with a mischievous look on her face. "And I think I know what I'm going to name it."

"Do tell," he drawled.

She smirked teasingly. "Leopard Snart."

Leonard stared forward blankly for a moment. "Wow, that is…terrible."

Sara noted his reaction and thought it was hilarious. "It's my snow leopard," she argued. "I can call it whatever I want. And I'm calling it Leopard Snart."

He sighed and placed his elbows on the top step, leaning back. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not. I think it's funny."

"Seriously?"

"Well, why not?" she asked, leaning toward him. Her smile was a little more genuine-looking now. "Besides, I like that name." She leaned in even closer. "I think it has a nice sound to it."

He felt his heart begin to beat faster as he looked at her face, only a few inches away from his. I could kiss her right now, he thought. She's so close. I could just kiss her. But there's no way she wants me to. Not now. She's obviously still thinking about Ava. But if she did want me to… He unconsciously let his gaze focus on her lips. Oh, I really wish she wanted me to.

The moment was broken by the sudden entrance of Nate, Zari, Ray, and Nora. "Hey! Captain Lance!" Nate greeted cheerfully. "What's up? Oh, there you are, Snart."

Sara sat up, paying full attention to her other teammates. Leonard frowned, more than a little annoyed. Again, really not making it easy to respect him, he thought.

"Are we interrupting something?" Nora asked. The genuine innocence in her tone indicated that it was an honest question, not a suspicious interrogation.

"No, not at all," Sara answered.

A little, Snart thought, though he said nothing out loud.

"You guys missed the sunset," Ray said, "but it looked so nice out over the ocean. Nora and I watched it from the Ferris wheel, and Zari and Nate watched it from the beach." He sighed happily. "Man, this has been a fun day. Other than, you know, the angry mother T-Rex."

"Agreed," Nate said with a nod. "I say we keep the vibe going. Gideon!" He looked up toward a vague section of the ceiling. "Put my Beach Boys playlist on shuffle through the Waverider's interior speakers."

"Yes, Dr. Heywood," Gideon responded. "Shuffling songs now."

Zari turned to him. "You have a Beach Boys playlist?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, what else am I going to listen to when we're unexpectedly at the beach in the sixties?" he asked. "The answer is probably Elvis, but hey, I like to be prepared."

The tune of "Wouldn't It Be Nice" began to play through the speaker system. Zari listened for a moment. "Okay, I'll admit it," she said. "They sound pretty good."

"Classic for a reason," Nate replied. He paused, listening to the faint sounds of footsteps down the nearest corridor. "I think the others are back. Let's see what they're up to. I want to know how many times Charlie made Constantine get on the rollercoaster."

"Ditto," Nora agreed.

The group walked away. Sara turned to Leonard once they were out of sight. "So, Charlie took Constantine on the rollercoaster a million times? Sounds about right." She stood up. "I forgot to ask Ray about the design for his temporal energy gun. I'd better go get it from him. Later, Leonard." She flashed a mischievous grin at him as she walked away, still carrying the stuffed animal in her hands.

Leonard watched her leave as Nate's music continued to play in the background. He smiled wistfully as she disappeared into the corridor, then sat still, thinking silently.

Mick poked his head around the corner and spotted Leonard sitting on the steps. "Hey," he said simply.

"Hey yourself," Leonard replied.

Mick leaned against the wall, still looking at his partner. "You gave it to her, didn't you?"

Leonard looked up at him. "What else was I going to do with it?"

"Hm…" Mick said, looking away as he thought. Eventually, he turned back to Leonard. "And you were just itching to get back here, weren't you?" No response. "You…uh…want to talk about it?"

Leonard stood up. "There's nothing to talk about, Mick," he said. He stepped around him and exited the bridge.

Mick sighed and shook his head. "I know I'm the dumb one," he muttered to himself, "but that doesn't mean I'm stupid." Still, he knew chasing after Leonard and forcing the issue wouldn't help. He stomped up the stairs, pulled up a chair, and ordered Gideon to turn on the TV.