She had known. His words hadn't gone beneath the surface. Was letting go of the hope smart? He remembered needing to know she would be okay she would be okay, even when a part of him knew she wouldn't. She was so much stronger than him.

He hoped this time he could really save her. Another missed opportunity would kill him.

One more day. He wasn't sure why he had counted the days to meet a stranger who had wrecked Audrey's apartment and written in blood on her wall. Any news was good news at that point. He was tired of waiting. Things had one more day to fix themselves, or he would do it himself, regardless of who showed up to the meeting. Maybe he needed to go get something done. In more ways than one, he had been frozen since Audrey had gone into the barn. He was just stuck; he hadn't been able to move on. He thought that Lyssa would help, but she was only making it harder. Much as he might try, he couldn't just get over Audrey. The only other solution was to get her back, so that was what he would do.

Nathan couldn't concentrate on anything else. He knew there were troubled people they needed to be helping. God, they hadn't even finished their first case, but with his inability to focus and her being confused and hardly sleeping, they weren't the best pair for the job. Nathan gave all the extra workload to Stan, who took it without a word, though Nathan knew he must not have been entirely happy about it, especially since he was thinking about retiring soon.

It seemed to take forever for the day to come around, but eventually it did. Nathan drove down to the Gull and got there a quarter of an hour early. He walked into the bar he had frequented so many years ago. The place hadn't been cleaned very often, so it was covered in dust, but it wasn't destroyed like Audrey's room. It was undisturbed for the most part; a couple of drinks had been stolen, but that was to be expected.

He didn't know who would come or what they would have to say. The minutes crawled by. Just as the clock changed and it became exactly noon, a man who had gone missing decades ago appeared before him.

"Duke?" Nathan said, surprised.

Nathan had acted distracted lately. Today he hadn't even come to work, and so Lyssa sat at the empty desk near his that she had claimed as hers when she first came to Haven. She had been told by one of the officers that her desk hadn't been filled since Audrey was there. She supposed it was fitting, but at the same time she wanted to do something Audrey hadn't done before her. Well, she would start by not being married to her job. Lyssa had heard plenty about how Audrey, Lucy, and Sarah helped people, but Nathan was the only evidence that any of them had a personal life.

Maybe Nathan was the biggest part of the personal lives of at least one other version of her, but he had been very nice to her and seemed to care. She justified leaving the station as wanting to get away from work, not wanting to see Nathan. He was still the first thing she thought of when she got out. She could guess where he had gone. He had acted off since they had met in the Grey Gull about 5 days before. It seemed pretty obvious, but it would be a start. She climbed into her Prius.

As Lyssa pulled into the Grey Gull, she saw his Bronco and pulled in next to it. She wondered if he would always be that predictable. Two times he had left, two times she found him here. She was going to get his attention but decided against it. She would see what was more important than work first.

He sat alone in the bar area. It wasn't trashed like the upstairs, but not cleaning for decades had clearly taken its toll. Dust piled on every visible surface, and she couldn't hold back a sneeze. She turned away from the door and sneezed into her arm. She looked back to see if Nathan had noticed her. He hadn't even looked in her direction. He was preoccupied with something else.

Lyssa gasped as the thing Nathan was focused on came into view. She could've sworn there wasn't a man there before. She ran around the corner as Nathan went to check if anyone was there. He seemed satisfied and retreated back inside the building. Lyssa returned to her original hiding place, wondering what Nathan could have been doing with this mysterious stranger.

Duke had been eager to get back to his own world ever since he found out that he had landed in someone else's. He wondered why none of the others had volunteered themselves, though. If there was a danger, he thought he should know about it beforehand.

"Any reasons that I'm the only volunteer? I thought all the yous would be lining up for this job." He asked the question to Audrey, but Lucy answered.

"We can't. Connor binds us here. He would probably have a much looser hold on you. We might be able to project you onto the real world. It would be temporary, of course, and in a limited space, but if we could make communication, we might be able to get out of here."

"That's a lot of might's and probably's."

She nodded. "It's an indecisive business. I would ask James, but he might be too closely related. Besides, I don't want to ask him for any favors yet." She said this in the same matter-of-fact tone as before, but this time he could see the worry in her eyes.

"Just asking. So, when can we start?" Audrey smiled at his impatience. Abigail, one of the older versions of Audrey, didn't seem to be half bad at this, whatever this was.

"Another couple of minutes. Relax. It'll be done soon." He studied her. Her hair was inky black and wavy, a bit longer than Audrey's. Her eyes were blue with a sparkling green tint when you looked at them in the right light.

"I've arranged for you to meet with Nathan," Lucy said. Duke wondered what that would be like. He and Nathan had never been able to make good conversation with each other, but Nathan might have some idea what to do.

It was a bit odd to see multiple versions of Audrey standing next to each other. He tried not to think too hard about his situation; it would only confuse him.

"Ready." Multiple pairs of eyes flew to Abigail at her announcement.

"Wonderful!" Lucy took the small gadget. "Good to go?" she asked Duke. He gave her two thumbs up.

She must have pressed a button on the device because he suddenly felt sickeningly dizzy. The sensation lasted a couple of seconds. When his head stopped hurting for long enough to open his eyes, he could see a much older version of Nathan sitting alone in the Gull looking surprised to see him.

"Duke?" Now his expression was back to its normal impassive stare.

"Yeah. Listen, we need your help."