I looked over Kendra's biometrics as Stein explained why she wasn't healing. "The broken knife fragments are moving through her circulatory system, and if you'll notice these, they're closing in towards her heart." He pointed out on the monitor.

"So what do we do?" Ray asked.

Stein looked a little lost, "The fragments are miniscule even the ship's technology isn't capable of neutralizing them."

"What if it's not about tech?" Stein and Ray looked at me in confusion, "my power's can purge the foreign elements from her system."

"I hardly believe that magic could be the answer to anything." I rolled my eyes at Stein's blatant disbelief immediately angry at how easily he dismissed the possibility. He'll have no choice but to learn about my power's capabilities soon enough.

"Fortunately, there's a technology on board that is. The atom suit I can shrink down, slip into her bloodstream, and use the photon canons to vaporize the knife fragments."

I stood to the side and watched as Ray shrunk down in his suit so the Professor could inject him into Kendra's blood stream. I watched as after destroying one fragment something unnerved Ray enough for him to rush back out and unshrink before declaring himself a failure. I idly contemplated the merits of finding out what was wrong with Ray but seeing the Professor going after him I shrugged it off before focusing on Kendra. Now to show them some of what my powers can do by doing things my way. Reaching to Kendra I flicked a tendril of my powers through her and I sought out the foreign objects within her blood. Grasping onto them one at a time I pushed down on them, forgoing a spell I willed them to vanish, slowly I felt them start to give in under the pressure of my power. I smiled as Kendra's vitals slowly improved with every vanished fragment.

Stein and Ray walked back into the medbay looking like they were on a mission. They froze when they saw Kendra and I talking casually. I smirked at them, "While you boys were fussing over your toys, I was using my powers to purge the pieces of the dagger from Kendra's blood stream. Successfully, on the first try, might I add." I was undeniably smug, Magic can be a valid answer.

"That's impossible," the Professor said looking a bit constipated.

Miss Kane is quite right, I'm afraid, Professor. Gideon explained, Miss Saunders should be free to leave the medbay shortly. Kendra drifted to sleep after Gideon administered a light sedative.

"Sometimes magic is the answer," I smirked over my shoulder as I walked out of the med bay.

We stood in a line in front of Carter's grave while Rip said a few words.

"The other day, I tried to find some words of inspiration. Words that would restore hope to us in the wake of our losses, but it is all of you who have inspired me. Beginning with Professor Boardman and then with Carter, their heroism is … an inspiration to us all. And a reminder that one person acting alone can't save the world."

People slowly started heading back to the ship while Kendra said her last goodbyes.

Rip ran onto the bridge where we were all waiting. "Gideon ready us for take off." He huffed.

"Whoa, are we being chased or something?" asked Jax from his seat.

"No, but I imagine that right about now, the museum has realized that their prized emerald is missing."

"You want me to say I'm sorry?"

"Sorry, I don't do sorry."

"Which is fine, Mr. Rory, because you are owed the apology. I should have told you all before that this wasn't my first attempt to vanquish Vandal Savage, but the reason I failed before-"

"Was because you didn't have all of us."

"Obviously Dr. Palmer and I-" I cleared my throat so the Professor corrected himself, "and Miss Kane had our hands full tending to Ms. Saunders, but now that she's back on her feet -"

"We're back to full strength."

"Or as strong as we can be without Carter," Kendra said miserably.

"Quite true, but there is no point in us continuing any further. Unless we are all - and myself included, committed to working in concert."

"You don't ditch us, we won't ditch you. Deal?"

Sir, I've completed my review of the timeline. I calculate a 98% likelihood that Savage reappears in 1986.

"Chart a course, Gideon."

"Guess we're headed to the 80s. Better break out your parachute pants."

"What the hell are parachute pants?"

"Nylon and cargo pants, a horrible mix."