As soon as Aggie and Rand made their way towards the house, the barrier fell. They were surrounded by convoys of armored cars and helicopters awaiting to rescue the captured agents.

Aggie could see Gathers riding along in a jeep as the vehicles circled around them. Next to him was a woman dressed like Jackie O.

"Fancy seeing you here again." Gathers noted, looking at Aggie. "Care to explain what the hell happened?"

"We had a team over at the compound who figured out how to stop Cipher, a Keter level threat. I was brought in as the bait." Aggie explained.

"Uh, and I'm here on official business with Cognito." Rand said, his eyes darting, trying to see how he could turn this around.

Gathers chewed on the stem of his cigarette holder. "Right. Well, take us into the perimeter so we can get a hold of them. To thank them, of course."

Aggie got into the jeep with Rand, well aware this wasn't a request.

"Are you OSI or Guild?" The woman asked, her deep husky voice surprising both of them.

Rand laughed. "Wow, you've got a set of pipes on you, lady."

She rolled her eyes, ignoring him.

"Neither." Aggie replied. "I was with the group in the Venture Compound. He's just tagging along."

"Do you know what happened to The Monarch?" The woman asked, biting her lip.

"Malcolm? He's fine. Maybe his car is worse for wear though." Aggie said.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god." She extended her hand to shake. "I'm Sheila, by the way, I'm an independent contractor with the Guild."

Aggie shook her hand. "Nice to meet you. Do you know Phantom Limb, by any chance? I have some questions to ask about his involvement with Bill Cipher."

Aggie ran inside, calling out to anyone she could think of. It was empty. Glass still littered the floor from the broken windows, and the Impala was still sitting in the living room.

"Jesus, what happened here?" Gathers asked.

"Rusty!" Aggie shouted. "Where are you?"

"Stop screaming, we're upstairs. Bedroom," Rusty shouted back.

Aggie ran upstairs to see Stan nursing his head with an ice pack. Billy was examining his pupils, while Brock had placed a blanket over him.

Sheila followed behind her. "Malcolm?" She shouted.

"Sheila?" Malcolm asked in surprise. "How did you find me?"

"Your face was everywhere, all of you were. I saw you were in trouble and I had to get over here. I've left Phantom Limb, I only want to be with you."

Malcolm tried to suppress the smile forming on his face. "Let's talk about this outside." He walked out with her, leaving the others behind.

"Sampson, status report." Gathers barked.

Brock looked up. "The threat has been neutralized, sir."

Gathers nodded. "Good, let's head back. You'll probably be glad to see the back of this place."

Brock stood up, patting Stan on the shoulder. "I'll see you around. And take a listen to that Zeppelin tape I gave ya."

Stan gave a smile. "Yeah, I will, and let me know how that mullet comes along."

Brock gave a casual wave goodbye. Rusty followed him out, unsure what to say, but wanting to say something.

"Brock, before you go…I just wanted to say, thanks. I'm glad I got to see you again." Rusty said.

Brock looked unsure how to respond, and fidgeted. "You too, Doc. Who knows? Maybe we'll see each other again at the next world ending threat."

"Are you two ninnies going to keep chit chatting? We need to move out!"

Rusty gave him a wave, and watched him drive off with the rest of the OSI.

Orpheus looks worse for wear. He was fast asleep on the bed, completely drained from the magical excursion.

Fiddleford clutched onto Ford, who was staring blankly, looking confused.

Aggie approached him hesitantly, and noticed him looking back at her.

"Who are you?" He asked quietly.

"He's been asking everyone." Billy said. "I can't tell, but it seems like total amnesia."

"Ford, don't you remember me? I'm Aggie. We had all those adventures. Like the time in the spaceship, or when we went to the movies and had to run away, or that time we saw those mushrooms under the moonlight…"

Ford blinked. "I'm sorry, I can't remember those things. It seems so hazy."

Aggie pulled Stan and shoved him in front of Ford. "What about him? This is your brother, Stanley. You're twins! You grew up together. Stan, say something you know he'd never forget!"

"Sixer, do you remember the Stan O'War?" Stanley murmured.

Ford's pupils seemed to dilate. "The Stan O'War…that was our boat…we planned to sail the world together."

Stan gasped, tears flowing in his eyes. "You remember!"

He wrapped Ford in a tight hug.

"Stan, don't crowd him, he needs space!" Billy admonished.

"What about me, Ford? Do you remember me?" Fiddleford asked hopefully.

Ford looked at him, examining his face. "I remember that cult we tried to start freshman year. And that pun you made, about the squash that looked like me."

Fiddleford sniffled. "Gourd-geous!"

He hugged Ford, who seemed content.

Aggie smiled, trying to fight back the tears. He forgot her.

She went downstairs, and noticed Rand waiting at the bottom of the staircase, smoking.

"I'm surprised OSI didn't check in to arrest you." Aggie remarked.

"Cognito wouldn't tell anyone I needed to be brought in, certainly not bottom feeders like the OSI." Rand replied. "They did send a note though."

He showed her a scroll with a message from the robes. It was on fire. He threw it on the floor as it dissolved into ash. "They found out about Cipher. I took credit of course. So, they aren't putting me away, but I'm on probation, whatever that means. That backstabber JR is taking over as head, but I'll get even with him, you'll see."

"Huh. That's a lot better than you deserve." Aggie said.

Rand shrugged. "I know how to come out on top, baby. What else can I say?"

"Have fun, I guess. And good riddance, Ridley." Aggie said.

Rand raised an eyebrow, taking a drag. "Do you want your old job back? It looks like your current boss is well…not present, and you can help me take down JR from the inside."

Aggie paused. "That is tempting. Can I have some time to think on it?"

"Sure, kid. Take all the time you need. Oh, I didn't mention the good part. I called Tomoko, and she wants to talk about giving us another shot."

Aggie frowned, "Maybe that's not a good idea."

"Ah, what do you know, Aggs?" Rand said dismissively.

There was a rumble in the ground as a burst of lime green light and a swirling portal bloomed from the wall.

"Rick! You came back!" Aggie exclaimed. She ran over and hugged him. He halfheartedly reciprocated.

"Yeah. I figured it wasn't fair to actually leave you to die again after all that stuff I said before." Rick muttered.

"You're a half hour late, jackass. We took care of it." Rand shouted.

Rick frowned, taking a swig of his flask. "Ridley, you loser. What are you doing here? Don't you have some Eyes Wide Shut orgy to not be invited to?"

"I get invited to plenty of them!" Rand fumed. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I promised myself I would not let you get to me again."

"Whatever, man. Next time you to try to steal from me, do a better job." Rick snarked.

Aggie let go. She looked directly in his eyes. "Rick," she pleaded, "I need your help."

She explained what happened, and Rick listened in contemplation.

"Hold on," he said. "I'll be back."

Rick took out his portal gun, stepping into the portal as it closed into a pinpoint.

"There he goes." Rand said sarcastically. "Nice seeing you, Sanchez."

Aggie sighed. "So, what are you going to do now?" She asked.

Rand checked his watch. "I've got a helicopter scheduled in the next ten minutes. Want to come with?"

"I'll figure something out. You go on ahead." Aggie replied. She walked over and extended her hand. "Hey, no matter what happens, I'll see you around, right?"

Rand accepted, shaking her hand. "You got it, kid. And I'll let the whole attempted murder thing slide this time."

Aggie snorted. "I think we can say we're even now."

Aggie watched Rand walk out and folded her arms and sighed.

Aggie walked upstairs to see how the others were doing. Ford was fast asleep, while Stan sat by him, watching intently.

By this point, Orpheus had woken up and was fully dressed. He was talking to Fiddleford about the ramification of using magic to restore his memories.

"I'm afraid it would be far too risky, for we may bring back the Cipher demon as a result, or perhaps it would be too much, too fast." Orpheus warned.

"So, he may never fully remember us at all?" Fiddleford asked desperately.

Orpheus softened. "Perhaps, you should take it as an opportunity to make new memories."

He turned to Aggie. "Ah, Miss Davis, glad you could join us."

"I'm happy to see you've recovered, Dr. Orpheus." Aggie remarked.

"Quite. This has certainly been…an enlightening experience. This adventure has made me more determined to hone my knowledge of the mystical arts. I need to consult my Master, there is still so much I need to learn."

"Thank you." Aggie said.

"Of course, if they ever need my help again, do not to hesitate to call. Frankly, I can't wait to go home. This whole ordeal has made me miss my wife terribly." Orpheus bade his goodbye, swooshing his cape dramatically, then walking out the door.

"What about you, Fidds? Still planning on going back to see your son?" Aggie asked.

"Should I go?" Fiddleford asked. "Stanford still needs me."

"How long have you been putting this off? If anything, this has shown us that we need to spend as much time with the ones we love while we can. Ford is still going to be there when you come back." Aggie reassured him.

Fiddleford took off his glasses and wiped his face. "Maybe you're right." He sniffed.

"I can drive us to California in the morning." Aggie remarked.

"I'd appreciate that." Fiddleford replied.

"Hey Fidds, did you bring your banjo?" Aggie asked curiously.

"No, but I think I could make one. I keep strings in my pocket for this occasion."

Aggie grinned, "You know, I saw a can of spam and something long enough to make a neck. Think that could stir some memories?"

Fiddleford snorted. "I reckon they won't be positive, but I don't see why not."

As Fiddleford went to make his makeshift banjo, Aggie went to check on Stan.

"How is he?"

"Still the same." Stan sighed. He shook his head. "This is all my fault. I should have taken his place. No one would care if my memories were gone."

"That's not true!" Aggie exclaimed. "There's a reason Ford wanted to to keep your memories, and we need to respect that."

"Maybe." Stan said, drifting off. He looked at his brother, who was fast asleep. "He looks peaceful, at least. You know, the worst part is, even though it's possible he won't remember me, I'm just as worried he will get his memories back and won't ever want to see me again. And it makes me feel like such a jerk."

"I think we'd have to let him make that decision. But I know he's capable of forgiveness. He forgave me, he will forgive you too." Aggie said, holding Stan's hand reassuringly.

"You think so?" Stan asked hopefully, his eyes glistening.

"I think he wouldn't have even gone through all of this if he hadn't already." Aggie declared.

Malcolm and Sheila walked into the room, looking disheveled and giggling.

"Good news, Number 2! It looks like Sheila will be joining our team. We've already come up with a code name for her…presenting, Dr. Girlfriend!"

"And you wouldn't believe it. The Sovreign himself saw what happened out there, and he's interested in fast tracking the Monarch into the guild!"

"Yeah, we got a note sent to us from a bird, it was crazy!" Malcolm shouted.

"That's great." Stan said despondently. "But I don't think I can go with you. I quit."

"What! But we've finally made it." Malcolm exclaimed. "What are you going to do now?"

"Look after my brother." Stan replied.

Malcolm looked at Ford in frustration. "But what about me? I need you." He huffed. Malcolm took a deep breath. "So, that's it then?"

"I'll visit, when I can. Who knows, maybe I'll give henching a shot down the line, or give you some competition as a villain on my own. I think I could spring it. How does Mr. Mystery sound?" Stan joked.

Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Yeah, good luck with that, Stan." He looked over at Rusty, who had been busy talking to someone on his communicator watch before hanging up.

"Well, Venture. We might have worked together on this round, but know I will return shortly to arch you and I will bring about your end!"

Rusty rolled his eyes. "Yeah, could you hurry it up, then? I just got a call from my dad. Some backhanded compliment of how he's grateful I took care of this fiasco, but I need to pay for the damage from my own pocket. Not even a thank you? No, he's too busy planning some movie night at his space station."

Malcolm gave a low whistle. "That's rough."

"You don't know the half of it."

"Expect a visit from me soon…when you least expect it!" Malcolm shouted.

"Uh huh. I also heard from the OSI. Apparently, I've been assigned a bodyguard after this. So, good luck with that."

By this point, Fiddleford had returned, and he brought the banjo. Ford had woken up, and he strummed a few tunes. Pete tried singing an off key version of "Come on Eileen."

Ford did not seem impressed.

With a whoosh, the portal opened up. Rick stepped out with a helmet and blue glass tubes. "I got it! Took me a while, but I found it."

He walked over to Ford, placing the helmet on his head and sticking in the glass tube.

"What is that?" Aggie asked, walking over to see what he was doing.

"Mindblowers." Rick explained. "I use them to store memories. Stole the idea from that hayseed."

Fiddleford glared at him. "How could you even know about my memory gun?"

"Multiple universes, remember? The Stanford I knew told me you already made it and went zap happy on your town." Rick shot back.

Rick continued. "Stanford wanted a way of backing up his junk after he got zapped a few times by that memory gun, I use it to mess with people. I got a whole hard drive of memories here, though they're of my Stanford's, not this guy."

"Will it work?" Aggie asked.

"Rick flipped the switch. "One way to find out."

They saw the electricity shoot down the helmet as the glass tubes emptied into Ford's head. He screamed and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"What are you doing?" Stan shouted. "You're killing him."

"I know what I'm doing." Rick shouted back. "Just wait."

"So much memory is going to overload him." Fiddleford fretted.

With a jolt, Ford sat up, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. He gasped, breathing heavily.

"Hey, do you know your name?" Rick asked.

"Stanford Pines. And I know who you are, Sanchez." Ford muttered.

"Do you know where you are?" Rick asked.

Ford looked around. "No? Where is this place?"

"You're at the Venture Compound." Rusty answered. "And you're overstaying your welcome."

"So he just remembers what your Ford backed up, but nothing from the past few days?" Aggie asked.

"Ford? How are you feeling, are you ok?" Stan asked, hugging his brother.

"Stanley?" Ford looked at him in amazement. "How did you end up on the other end of the Portal?"

Stan looked lost. "What portal?"

"You're in another universe. This version of you lost all your memories so I used the backup you provided me, what three years ago?" Rick explained. "You didn't fall in. Not yet, at least."

Ford furrowed his brows, gripping his head. "I have flashes of other memories. Bits and pieces coming back to me."

"We're glad to have you back, Stanford." Fiddleford declared.

Ford looked at him as if he was seeing a ghost. "Fiddleford, my old friend." He stood up, taking off the helmet and giving him a hug. "I'm so sorry for what I put you through, could you ever forgive me?"

Fiddleford laughed nervously. "I'm not really sure what I'm forgiving you for, but sure, why not?"

"What about me?" Stan asked.

Ford turned to look at his brother, and softened. "Oh, Stanley. I've missed you. You know, when I was travelling, I never stopped thinking about us. He checked his pockets, and sure enough, he could find it by the feel of the paper. He pulled out the cherished photo of the two of them.

"Looks like this is a constant in every universe at least." Ford chuckled. "And while I don't remember everything, I do remember what we did to stop Bill. Thank you, you are my hero."

Stan grabbed onto Ford tightly, sobbing.

Aggie thought it would be best to give them a moment alone. Rusty, Pete and Billy had already left and were in the kitchen talking about some new record she had never heard of.

"Thanks for everything, Rust." Aggie declared.

"Yeah, yeah. You owe me one, Aggs." Rusty said dismissively.

"So what are you three up to after this?" Aggie asked.

"I've asked Pete and Billy to stick around." Rusty said. "I got some calls from the Military, they saw us in action and Venture Industries is getting a crazy amount of orders. I could use the help."

"What are you going to do with the fact those aren't your designs? They're Rick's," Aggie pointed out. She looked in the cabinets and started fixing herself a drink. After today she needed one.

"Jesus, Aggs, it's not even noon." Rusty said.

"Yeah, well I got chained up with my jerk ex by a demon then my new boyfriend forgot I existed, and now I'm jobless." Aggie snarked, taking a swig. She made a face. "For someone as rich as he is, Jonas buys shit liquor."

Rusty shrugged. "More of a mixed drink guy myself. You know, you could always come back here and join us."

Aggie thought about it, swirling her drink in her hand.

They saw Rick stomp down the stairs and walk over to them. He made his way towards Aggie, grabbing the drink in her hand and downing it in one go.

"Well, my work here is done." Rick declared. "I overheard you two by the way. And I'm in. I'm willing to go 40/60 with you on the mech suits and in return, I'll need you to share your secrets on those clone vats you got downstairs."

Rusty's eyes widened and he looked around. He wrapped his arm around Rick's shoulder. "Alright, keep it down. I don't know what you're talking about, but if I did, hypothetically, I could take you for a tour." He led Rick away to discuss this further.

"That was weird." Pete remarked. "Well, Billy and I are going to head back home and pack. I doubt this thing with Rust is going to last, but it will be a nice change of pace."

"I can't believe we will be working with Rusty Venture!" Billy said, jumping with excitement.

Aggie looked at Billy and shuffled in her pockets, taking out her card. "Here's my contact info, Billy. I think you should consider going back to school. I know the admissions at West Coast Tech pretty well, if you want to earn your degree the right way, I can help you get there."

Billy reached out with his metal hand and accepted the card. "Thanks, Aggie, I'll keep that in mind."

"Who knows?" Aggie said. "If you have what it takes, you might get scooped up by OSI or Cognito before you know it. Same with you, Pete. Don't think you have to depend on Rusty,"

After they left. Aggie made another drink. This time it was a vodka soda, she knew Rick was more into the brown stuff.

After some time, Rick and Rusty emerged, shaking hands. "Don't screw this up for me, Sanchez." Rust warned.

"You better take a good luck at yourself before saying that to me." Rick replied. Rusty went to look at the damage in his living room.

"Do you know a good contractor?" He asked.

Rick sighed, and released two robots, their metal arms scuttling to clean up the damage.

"So, that's it then?" Aggie asked.

"Maybe. Are you coming with me?" Rick countered. "Last I heard, you've got nothing going on."

Aggie looked at him. "When would we be coming back?"

"When we feel like it." Rick shrugged. "Though probably not too soon. This place blows."

Aggie downed her drink. "Ok, let's go."

Rick took out the portal gun from his pocket, and clicked open a new Portal.

"Ladies first." He said.

"Aggie, wait!"

They turned to see Stanford at the top of the stairs, fully dressed and cognizant.

"Aggie, don't go. Please, I need to talk to you." Ford pleaded.

Aggie looked at Rick, who understood. "It's your loss." He stepped through the Portal, possibly for good this time.

"What is it, Stanford?" Aggie asked, wondering if she made the right decision.

Ford walked over to her and hugged her. "I remember you." He said.

Aggie turned to him in surprise. "Really? How?"

"I don't have everything, but I see flashes of you, pieces that I can't forget and I want to know more. I want us to make more memories together." Ford declared.

"Do you remember me betraying you?" Aggie asked apprehensively.

"Yes, but that's in the past," Ford said gently.

Aggie let go. "But what do I mean to you now? What are we?"

Ford held onto her hand. "I want to be with you, Aggie. I love you. I didn't think it was possible for me to care for anyone else as I do for you, but I want to make this work." He leaned over, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissed her. Aggie kissed him back.

After what seemed like too little time, they came back for air.

"So, what do we do now?" Aggie asked.

"I talked to Stanley, and I do want to make up for lost time with him. It was always our dream to explore the world together when we were kids, and I think I have a chance for us to do so." Ford said. "I know this is going to be difficult for you and me, and I understand if you want to end this…"

"I don't." Aggie declared. "We can make long distance work. And besides, I can always go back to my old job. On the bright side, I don't have to deal with the problem of dating my boss," she joked, nuzzling her nose against his.

Ford laughed. "I can assure you, I don't play favorites."

"What about a request for a promotion, to say…girlfriend?" Aggie giggled, kissing him again.

"I will take that request into consideration." Ford said, kissing her back.