When the portal spit Three out, she found herself sprawled out on the wet courtyard at the Academy. It was crazy how much the place looked just as she remembered it from her youth, except there was now a statue dominating it, of a young man with a solemn face— Number Six.

So that's how he grew up to look.Three stared at the statue for a moment before closing her eyes; The world was spinning madly. Time-traveling Five's way was hard on the body, evidently.

Shit. Five. Three surveyed the courtyard again, but her older brother clearly wasn't here. Something went wrong. Why had she trusted him? Oh God, what if he's still at the Commission? What if the Handler's gotten a hold of him? What if—

Nausea swept over Three, and she doubled over. There were a thousand things that Three needed to do, but right now, she just needed to catch her breath.

A door slammed somewhere nearby. "What the—? Who are you?"

Three's eyes flew open to behold the towering man who had come outside, looking extremely bewildered.

"Oh my God— One!" Three exclaimed. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to embrace him, tears of joy pooling at the corners of her eyes, but One drew back, uncertain.

But then he looked at her more closely, and recognition flashed across his face. "Wait, wait—Three?" He stared at her like she was a ghost. "How..?"

"I've been alive this whole time… Uh, obviously…" Three laughed nervously. "It's a long story. I've basically been under mind control this whole time— longer story— But I just found Five, which is an even longer story… He should be here with me; we left together, we should have arrived together, but something went wrong, apparently."

"Left from where?" One's mouth could barely even keep up with his thoughts. "You were with Five? He's alive? Where's he been all these years? Where have you—?"

Three took a deep breath and tried to stay patient. "That woman who kidnapped me in 2001? That's the Handler, and she works for an organization called the Commission. I've been there, all these years, and recently, Five got involved with the Commission, too… I don't know where he was before a few months ago. But it's weird— He isn't our age, now; he's way older."

"How..?"

"He really can time-travel," Three told him. "He and I tried to leave the Commission together using his power, but I guess he botched the jump. I don't know where he is."

Now, One truly was at a loss for words.

Behind them, another person came outside. She had curly red hair and a heart-shaped face. "Luther, what's going on? Who is this?"

Before Luther could formulate a response, Three spoke.

"Grace named you Luther?" she mused. It was so weird to think of him as anything but Number One. But, of course, finding out that her brother now had a real name was the least interesting part of her day.

Luther cracked a tentative smile. "Yeah…" He turned to the ginger. "Um, Beth, this is my sister, Number Three."

The woman frowned with confusion. "Three? Isn't she the one who... I thought you said she…"

This is a mess. "Well, I'm back…" Three gave what she hoped was a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you... But, uh, sorry— Who are you?"

The woman, Beth, strode over to Luther's side and roped her arm through his. She was on the short side, and was comically tiny next to Luther. "I'm Bethany; Luther's wife."

Just when Three thought her day couldn't get any weirder. "Wow, that's… Congratulations…"

"Thank you!" Luther and Beth said simultaneously. They exchanged fond looks, like Awww, we're speaking in unison!

Probably hadn't been married long, and were still getting used to it, Three guessed.

"You two are cute together," Three said, and she meant it.

The atmosphere seemed to lose some of its tension. "That's sweet," Beth said. "We just had our three year anniversary!"

So Luther and Beth weren't a freshly married couple, they were just both total dorks. "I wish I could've been at your wedding," Three sighed wistfully. The grin that had snuck onto her face slipped off. "I wish I could've been here for, well, everything."

Luther nodded somberly. "It was… hard, after you were taken. Dad wanted us to go on business as usual, but I couldn't. And it got worse, over the years, since..."

"Since Five disappeared," Three filled in knowingly. "And then Ben died."

Luther blinked. "Yeah. How did you..?"

"Oh— The Commission is a time travel agency," Three explained.

"Huh. Right."

"But, of course, I much rather would have been here than there," Three quickly added.

"Well, you haven't missed everything. Life's still going on," Beth cut in with a hesitant smile. She placed her free hand on top of her stomach, and Three noticed for the first time how swollen the ginger's belly was.

Three felt like she'd just sucked the helium out of a balloon. "Oh my God! You're—"

"Seven months pregnant!" Beth beamed.

I'm going to be an aunt! Three turned to Luther. "You're gonna be a father," she said dumbly.

Luther grinned nervously. "I know. It seems, um, weird."

"No, it seems perfect," Three assured him. "You're going to make such a good father." She hadn't seen her brother in 19 years, yet she meant this with all of her heart. If thirty year old Luther was anything like twelve year old Number One, he would be a caring, dedicated parent.

Beth gently prodded her husband in the ribs. "See? I told you your family was going to be excited."

Your family. "Oh, God. Where are the others?" Three demanded. She had been so caught up in the moment, almost at ease, but now, anxiety flooded through her once again. Did her other siblings even live in the city anymore? They could be anywhere.

"They're coming later today," Luther promised. "Well— Hm. Actually, I don't know. I mean, they were all invited, but—"

Three was missing something here. "Wait— Invited to what?"

Silence.

Beth let out a nervous laugh. "Guess you don't know everything about the 'timeline', huh?"

"Uh, Dad's memorial service is happening today," Luther supplied.

Huh. The Handler had apparently left Reginald's passing out of her summary of the life Three had been deprived of. "Guess I missed that detail," Three said blankly.

She didn't feel sad, exactly; just empty. Reginald Hargreeves had been a despicable sadist, yet he'd still been a part of her life at one point.

Luther nodded in agreement, seeing the expression on her face. "Yeah. It's like, how am I supposed to feel about this?"

"Yeah, exactly," Three said, chuckling softly. She was kind of surprised at Luther's attitude here. From what she remembered, the prized Number One had been closest to Dad, yet he obviously wasn't any more cut up about the old man's death than Three was. Evidently, Luther's relationship with Reginald had drastically deteriorated since Three had last been with them.

Above Three, Luther, and Beth, thunder rumbled loudly, and they all looked up at the sky at the same time.

"Looks like rain." Luther had always been one to state the obvious.

"Let's take this conversation inside then, shall we?" Beth smiled warmly at Three. "Seems like you two have a lot of catching up to do."