When Wyatt and Jenna arrived back at Mason Industries, they found everyone gathered around Jiya's computer. Lucy and Rufus had already arrived.
"What's the news?" Lucy asked when she saw everyone was now present.
Agent Christopher looked to Jiya who began to explain what was on her screen. "We were able to find some information with the names you provided of Jenna's parents," she said as she pointed at the screen. It was census records and some photos.
"There was a Mateo Huemac Santana Mazahua born in 1962 currently living in Zongolica, Veracruz in Mexico. Do you recognize that name?" Jiya asked the girl.
Jenna nodded. "I think that's my... great grandfather?" she guessed. "My Abuela once mentioned my father was named after his grandfather."
Jiya looked back at the screen. "It says in the census here that he has four children: Manuel, Sofia, Ofelia, and Juan Rafael."
"My abuelo's name is Manuel," Jenna responded.
Jiya examined the records in front of her. "It says he was born in 1985 and currently lives in the same town with his wife, Carina."
"I don't think my father was born yet," Jenna said. "But he was from Veracruz."
"Well that something, I guess," Rufus said.
It was, but it still didn't tell them anything to help get Jenna back to her time. Wyatt thought of something. "And your mother?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Jenna responded, confused. "What about her?"
"You never told us her last name," Wyatt said.
Jenna suddenly looked uncomfortable and began fidgeting, picking at her fingernails once again. Wyatt waited a few moments to see if she'd respond, but she said nothing.
"What's the problem? Why won't you tell us?" Denise asked. Jenna just shook her head, and Lucy understood.
"She's part of one of our futures?" Lucy asked and Jenna made brief eye contact with her, which was all the confirmation she needed.
Lucy, Rufus and Wyatt decided to go for some drinks at a local bar and grill after Denise had dismissed them. Jenna was currently occupied at one of the arcade games nearby, and Wyatt kept an eye on her from his seat at a cozy little booth in the corner.
Wyatt took a sip of his beer, lost in thought trying to figure out who Jenna was to them. With her brown skin, she could potentially be related to any of them. Clearly, she took after her father the most physically (minus her eyes), so he was having a hard time recognizing any of her traits that could come from one of them. She didn't have Rufus' nose, nor Lucy's lips. Perhaps she had something of his... He just could not figure it out.
"So which one of ours do you think she is?" Rufus asked, bringing their attention back to him.
"I don't think she's any of our kids..." Lucy responded. "I mean, she told us her parents' names. And her great grandfather was born in the 60's, so she's gotta be a few more generations down."
"She could be lying - about her parents, I mean," Rufus said.
Wyatt shook his head. "No, that girl couldn't lie for shit," he said. "If she doesn't want to tell the truth, she just doesn't answer. You've seen it."
Rufus nodded.
"Maybe she's a grandchild of you and Jiya's," Lucy asked, and the men seriously considered it before they saw the playful look on Lucy's face.
"Nah, she doesn't really look like either one of you," Wyatt said with a smile as Rufus looked down, bashful.
Rufus tried to direct attention away from him. "Well, she's gotta be one of yours," he said.
"But which of us?" Lucy asked, and Wyatt looked down, suddenly uncomfortable as he thought of the possibilities. Jenna wasn't necessarily related to only one of them... Across the table, Rufus cleared his throat. Wyatt's eyes snapped back up to him, analyzing what that could be about. Was he thinking the same thing?
"What?" Lucy asked Rufus.
"Uh, nothing, ah," Rufus stuttered. Wyatt glared at him. Choose your words carefully here, Carlin. Rufus caught Wyatt's gaze and swallowed. Lucy still looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. He sighed and continued, "it's just, uh, you know, she might not be... just one of yours..."
He actually said it out loud. Get me out of here now, Wyatt thought to himself. It seemed to take Lucy a moment to realize just what Rufus was saying and her eyes grew wide as her cheeks reddened.
"Oh," she said quietly. Wyatt couldn't look at her; he stared into his beer as if praying some force would come and take him to an alternate universe at that moment - anything to get him out of this situation. He couldn't think about Lucy like this. He couldn't think about the possibility that they would have... children together. No, he wasn't ready to think about that at all. He felt disgusted with himself for even considering the possibility of being with anyone besides Jessica... especially knowing what he knew about time travel - how could he live with himself if he didn't at least try to save his wife from such a horrible fate when he had the means to do so?
With a rare stroke of luck, the waiter approached them and interrupted the tense atmosphere between them to ask for any food orders. Wyatt wasn't particularly hungry, but then Jenna returned to the table and nervously asked if she could order some fries. Wyatt nodded of course - he had yet to see the girl eat anything since she'd arrived from the future.
The team was quiet for a while after that, until Jenna asked a question about the game she'd been playing and it got Rufus talking. At least it filled the awkward silence and kept his mind from wandering to where it had been earlier.
Jenna practically inhaled her fries, which made Wyatt chuckle. Lucy asked her about her favorite food - which, to no surprise, was french fries - and that got her talking about her abuela's cooking for a while. It almost felt normal, sitting in a restaurant with some friends, talking about comforting, simple things like food and video games. It relaxed Wyatt enough that he began to notice just how tired he was. Tired, but almost... content. Yes, that was what he was feeling. Was that okay?
He shook his head to try and prevent the darker thoughts from surfacing, telling him he didn't deserve to feel such things. Soon enough, their waiter brought the check. Wyatt paid and downed the last of his beer before standing up, indicating to Jenna that it was time to go. She looked a little disappointed, but dutifully followed without protest. She knows better, Wyatt thought.
When they got home, Wyatt went straight to bed without checking to see if Jenna needed anything. She knew her way around well enough, and she could take care of herself, he justified.
He slipped off his shoes and dropped on top of his sheets, not possessing the effort even get undressed. His exhausted mind couldn't keep his curiosity at bay any longer, and as he went to sleep, he thought of Lucy. He thought of Lucy's mannerisms, of her voice when she talked about history, and somewhere along the line Lucy's voice blended into Jenna's as she talked about her abuela's famous mole, and before he could ponder what that meant, he was unconscious.