March 31, 2019

Ever since Cielo met Five, she wondered what about him drew her in. Fate? She always laughed at theories like that. Thought that they were only things people wanted to believe in order to give some control in life. Now she was lying in a room inside the infamous Umbrella Academy.

"Against my better judgement, I winded back here again. What a life." She scanned over Five's room. She expected it to be barren given that he hadn't lived here for decades.

It wasn't like he brought physical possessions but his character was definitely here. Complicated formulas written on the walls, old tower books stacked from the floor up and dirty cups of take out coffee scattered all over the table. She could picture him working through all these thoughts in the quietness of his own space. This was his room for sure.

Getting up from the bed, she slowly walked around the equations on the wall. Same as back in the library she loved to look over the numbers that he wrote. It was a sign of dedication and understanding. Though she personally didn't get what the numbers indicated, it brought her comfort knowing the Earth was in good hands.

"Maybe that's why I keep ending up here." She turned away when she heard the house's doorbell going off. She should be finding Five anyways.

She slightly peered her head out into the hallway. This mansion was so empty that it was eerie. Same as before but at least then she talked more with Pogo before getting any super creepy vibes. Without anyone around, she felt like a trespasser. It was technically the Umbrella Academy's home. She was the stranger that somehow squished her way in. She just wanted to find Five and figure out what to do at that point.

"What are you doing?" She yelped at the sudden voice behind her. In a panic moment, she slammed herself flat against the wall.

Diego blinked a few times seeing her trying her best to blend into the wall. "You- you do realize that I can see you? Right?"

She gave a weak laugh in embarrassment. "M-morning?"

"It's the afternoon but I guess after what happened to us last night, anyone would have been exhausted."

"Yeah, that was a wild ride last night. I practically passed out the moment my head hit the pillow. But um, I digress, you wouldn't happen to know where Five is by chance?"

"I thought I saw him in the dining room. Follow me." Cielo awkwardly pushed herself off the wall to follow him.

"T-thanks."

"I should be thanking you. For Allison I mean."

"No no I was only being nosy! I'm glad she's alright. I'm sure she'll fully recover soon."

"Yeah she's a strong woman. She'll make it through this. Oh, I guess I should thank you for watching over Five too. I don't know how you do it. Little brat was annoying before he became old. The fact that he trusts you says a lot."

"Trust?" She scoffs. "I told you before, he doesn't trust me. I think he only puts up with me because he thinks I'm involved with the end of the world."

"Nah nah. You have a good effect on him. Don't doubt yourself."

She smiled a bit at his kind words. "All of you here are big softies. Though I do see why you held hostilities towards me at first. What changed your opinion of me?"

"Besides you saving Allison and helping Klaus? Last night I heard you with Five. Whenever we talk back to him, he just rubs his big brain in our faces. He took you seriously. Even yesterday, we passed your car for a second and he knew that you could help him. Slamming on the breaks to teleport to you and have us follow. You lived up to that expectation. I don't know exactly what my brother went through in that shit future but he really hardened himself. You broke through that. And that means we should trust you a little too. I will break your bones if you prove me wrong though."

She chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

The closer they got to the dining room they could hear Five and another person talking. Cielo didn't recognize the man that she almost felt like she was intruding on their conversation. "It appears that he has a guest."

"Well, I am, you know-" she flinched when Diego disappeared from her side to kick the house guest in the back while they were mid-sentence.

"Diego! Stop!" She rushed over to Five's side as a battle started. "You know before you kill him, you might want to hear what he has to say."

"S-shouldn't you stop them?"

"Ah let them fight it out. Diego looks like he needs it and Hazel can handle him. Margarita?" He offered.

"No I'd- I'd rather not drink in the morning."

"Sounds like you. Too bad dad didn't like having coffee in the house." He suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. She almost pushed him away when the guest fell on the counter where she was standing. Quickly getting back up to continue their manly fight.

She stepped away from him once she was out of danger. Still sticking close just in case. "T-thanks."

"Don't mention it."

The two of them only reacted to the scene in front of them as if it was a television. For the most part they were on even playing fields in terms of strength. Hazel had a natural bigger built that let him take more hits and give harder blows. Not that his way of dodging looked like he was fully in the fight. Diego, on the other hand, was nimbler and had weapons that he fully mastered. Unfortunately for Hazel, Diego had more of a reason to fight.

When Diego bit Hazel's ear was where both mentally agreed that was somewhat of an unfair methodology. Five set down his drink and blinked behind him. Knocking him out with a nearby vase.

"I draw the line at biting." Nothing more said. Cielo cautiously approached the man lying on the floor. Poking him in the cheek to see if he would react. He didn't.

"He's breathing, which is good. Probably concussed though. Didn't he give blood last night? Should we take him to the hospital?"

"He's fine. Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick." Five glanced back at his sleeping brother. "Before he comes around."

He brushed himself off. "I left my partner, quit the Commission, and came to volunteer."

"For what?"

"To help stop the apocalypse." Cielo was going to rejoice at the news when Five only chuckled at it. "What on earth could be so funny to you right now?"

"Before I answer that, why do you wanna help us?"

"Let's just say I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop."

"I hate to break it to you, pal, but you're a day late and a dollar short. The fact that you're here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over."

"Really? How do you know?"

"The mark is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown left in the equation. Well you and Cha-cha and the woman sitting behind you right now. Though she has proven that she is not going to assist in the end of the world either."

Hazel loosened up with his speechless expressions, moving over to take a few chugs of the margarita. Meanwhile Cielo remained by Diego's side. The apocalypse was over. She should be as happy. Drinking like it wasn't their last days.

Instead, she didn't feel like the news fully set it. Perhaps because he announced it so nonchalantly that it didn't feel real enough. One part of his phrasing bothered her the most. He found the mark dead. Not that they found him randomly or they killed him, they found him dead. The end of the apocalypse just up and died a day before the fateful day? Did they do something that results in such a big difference without them knowing?

The one-eyed man that she met was filled with hate. He threw a body out of a car without a thought. Left Allison for dead without a second to spare. A person like that was found dead as if a regular house intruder was their biggest fear. But she kept her mouth shut. This was meant to be a monumental moment. Her questions will have to wait. The apocalypse was prevented, they had all the time in the world to talk about the little details.

"One more thing before you go." Five called out as Hazel planned his leave without Cielo even realizing they had finished their conversation.

"Shoot."

"Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?" Of course while she feared the one eyed man, she was fully reminded she had 2 assassins in the room with her. Death was normal in their lives that she probably overthinking things.

"Trigger woman."

"Huh. That's too bad. That gun could have cleared my brother's name."

"Well, today's your lucky day, amigo." He took out 2 guns from his back pockets. "Take 'em both. I'm done with this life."

"Wait, I want to ask a few things as well." Cielo stood up.

"Go right ahead."

"This time travelling company, how long have you been there?"

"It's hard to keep track when you're constantly jumping around but I would say minimally over 3 years."

"Did you ever run into a woman that looked like me? Or have you ever run into a stranger who looks like someone you knew?"

He thought a bit harder for this answer. "Not that I remember. I mean there were a few times I may have passed a familiar face but I never interacted with them and vice versa. Besides with the time frames we jump to and all over the world, meeting the same person is near impossible. I don't think I saw someone like you though."

So her doppelganger wasn't normal for time travelers. No one knew who she was. With the end of the world being halted, they still haven't found out what happened the day Five first jumped. It didn't sit right with Cielo. Along with her nonstop uncomfortable nervousness about the whole end of doomsday, nothing was aligning properly.

"I see. Then can I ask, did you burn down Meritech Prosthetics?" Five sipped on his drink as she moved closer to Hazel.

"We did." Unlike him admitting murderous crimes, he didn't care as much about burning down a building. Fair enough. He spent years blindly killing and torturing. Meritech was only a stepping stone.

"And about Seance, was it your briefcase that took him back in time?"

"In my defense, he took it from us without knowing anything. There's a reason why only selective people get chosen to be a part of the correction division."

"Hm." She swiftly kicked Hazel between the legs. Him falling to the ground in pain. A dirty but effective method. No amount of training could prepare a man against their natural weakness. Even Five winced at the action.

"That's for burning down my workplace!" She kicked his side. "That's for losing a briefcase to Seance and giving him more mental trauma!"

"You don't need to go that far."

"N-no I d-deserve that." Hazel weakly muttered on the floor.

"See, he says he deserves it. And compared to the damage he's done, I'm going easy on him. But if I find out that you hurt the Doughnut lady I will sick that boy assassin on your sorry ass." She threatened, pointing at Five minding his own business.

"Shouldn't I have a say in that?"

"You created a mass murder scene in her diner. The least you could do is back up my statement." He shrugged. Going along with her.

Hazel slowly got up with his hands in clear view. "I promise. I will do everything in my power to make sure that Agnes gets the calm life she deserves. I'm sorry about the fire and the torture. We were just following our orders. It was nothing personal. None of it."

She crossed her arms over her chest with a puff. "I know. I know that you both only did as you were told for the sake of the timeline. With a bigger picture of the situation in mind, you guys did well. I will commend you on that and thank you for your service. Not of your methods mind you."

The two never heard praise for their work. They always moved quickly and silently. When one mission was over they moved onto the next. No one knew of the silent heroes that prevented multiple disasters to the world. It's what they signed up for. Each operative trained for years to get to that position of honour. Running around, risking their lives for centuries worth of life.

Hazel was scared that if he told Agnes his past the sweet lady would be afraid. Five knew that his family disapproved of his heartless methods. Yet here was a stranger giving them a simple compliment that they didn't know they were missing.

"I can take what I get. Thank you." Hazel nodded to the two of them before taking his leave. Neither of them stopped him this time.

"He doesn't seem like that bad of a guy minus all the murder. But I really mean it when I ask you to stab him if he messes with the Doughnut lady." She moved over to the couches to grab a throw pillow. Carefully placing it under the unconscious Diego's head before cleaning up some of the glass shards surrounding him.

"Your gruesome words are contrasting your actions." He moved to help her.

"Sit back down." She ordered. Which he listened to due to her strict tone. "I'll clean this up. Don't move from that spot."

"I'm fully capable of cleaning up some glass."

"Not with that limping leg you're not. Just chill out for a minute, old man." At first Five thought that she was ordering him around because of his age. Only to realize that she was merely looking out for him in a small way.

"It isn't that bad."

"The biggest factor in people permanently disabling themselves is the lack of care to one selves. A simple twisted ankle becomes a visit to my office without rest. Don't make my first project after Meritech to be making you a new limb. How did you even get injured? Something that has been bothering you since yesterday isn't fun sounding." She threw away most of the shards into the trash can. Then started to look for a first aid kit among the many cupboards.

"A lot has happened since we parted ways. To be honest, my... adventurous life is one reason you should have kept away from us. I'm glad that you were there though."

"Don't get it mixed up Five. With all the chaos that was yesterday I swallowed my pride for the sake of your sister. I'm still mad at you for lying about Meritech. And it seems that even without you around, I'm still get dragged into all of this that your lie was proven useless. Is it really that hard for you to talk to me? I know that you don't trust me and all but-"

"I do trust you." He interrupted, to her surprise.

"What?"

He sighed, glancing back at Dolores. Remembering her words about the prosthetist. "I do trust you. After everything that you've shown me, I can't deny it."

A quick and simple statement was so much like him. It was all she needed to hear from him to know all he was thinking. "Then will you tell me what happened?"

"The past few days or about my injury?"

"Everything." She sat next to him, opening the first aid kit. "I guess to start, what was it like living in the apocalypse?"

He took a long sip of his drink. It wasn't a pleasant thing he liked to look back on. There honestly wasn't a lot to say besides, "It was quite literally a living hell. Though it pains me to say that it was only slightly worse than living here."

Five didn't go into much detail of what he experienced. It was what anyone expected the end of the world looked like. Deserted, empty, and ugly. Each day he went wondering if it was the last. The canned meals that expired 10 years prior were feasts. Any and all signs of life were snuffed out. It was only a matter of one mistake on his part for him to be the same.

That was until the Temps Commission had recruited him. They found him years before they came to grab him. Watching him suffer for no good reason. That should have been the first red flag about the organization. Yet he ended up joining because he had no other option. Once more his world changed.

Time travelling had its benefits. He found some of the truths that history books hid as well as experienced what they had written about. It was fun for the most part. At the end of the day, he never could shake the feeling of guilt for not saving his family. For leaving them with the sorrow of their brother disappearing.

What was the breaking point for him? It wasn't thinking the equation was completed. He knew that it was off. Instead, it was because he was assigned to assassinate John F. Kennedy. In Dallas, 1963 Five hid behind a fence with a full view of the car rounding the corner. He lined up his shotgun to get a perfect headshot as stated in history books. Finger resting over the trigger. A single pull will keep history the same.

A flash of light broke his concentration right before the trigger. Pulling back from the gun, he saw a small circle light moving on the fence. Quickly it moved to the right and disappeared. And instead of returning to his position, his gaze changed from the president to the lawn where some of the crowd dispersed to. A man was watching the parade. A man holding a black umbrella.

Five couldn't and didn't hold back anymore. Without thinking, he jumped back. He risked it all to return to 2019. To save those he cared about.

Cielo didn't say much as he reminisced. Nodding along to his story to show she was listening. Finishing up the bandage replacements on both his leg and forearm, she let out a sigh.

"I'm happy that you can have a peaceful life now."

"Peaceful doesn't suit me."

She gave a doubtful look. "I don't believe that."

"You heard a condensed form of my assassin life and you don't think I would be unfamiliar with a calm lifestyle?"

She nodded. "You're very tense and rude and dramatic and way more but surprisingly you're somewhat pacifist. Okay maybe not pacifistic but hmm how do I say this, you don't necessarily jump into fighting if it can be avoided. Take us for example. You could have attacked me from the start but you settled for a conversation and complied with my conditions. Or just a few minutes ago you could have acted on past grudges with that man but de-escalated the situation until Kraken gave you no other option to be knocked out. I think peace suits you very much."

He swayed the cup in his hand back and forth. True, he often chose to go the route of least damage but that was more of an effort choice. Old men like him couldn't be bothered to fight needlessly. Nothing of how she read is what he wanted to believe.

Finishing his drink in one go, he set the cup back down. "Come on, I'll send you home. You look more exhausted than I usually do."

She frowned seeing that he was changing the subject. He had a habit of ignoring stuff relating to himself and emotions. "Thank you for the offer. I'm going to wake up Kraken before we leave though."

The end of the world was done. After this, after he drops her off at home, was this it? These past few days have been the most hectic week of her life. To have it all over and the Earth was safe was the dream. Again, she should be happy. But after waking Diego, it was time to end her relationship with the Umbrella Academy and the apocalypse.

"Shit." Diego held his head as he sat up.

"Good you're up. Ready for a drink now?" He shot up from the floor. Looking around the room.

"Where is he?"

"I let him go."

"You what?"

"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop." He gathered up his knives. "Hey, he didn't kill Patch. His partner Cha-cha did."

"So what? They were both there that night." The tone of his voice telling Cielo that this wasn't just being framed that was the problem.

"This half of the partnership gave me both of their guns. Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene. Hazel came here looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good. So it's time to move on."

"Not a chance." Five shrugged.

"Suit yourself." He picked up Dolores. Gesturing for Cielo to start heading out as well. "I am curious. Your girlfriend, Patch, what did you like about her?"

Diego gave a questioning look to Cielo. Not taking the man for someone interested in that sort of topic. "A lot of things. Cute butt, nice legs."

"Anything a little more profound than that?"

"She believed in people. No matter how much shit and filth she saw on the streets. She always saw the good inside." Five thought of a certain prosthetist in a room from those statements.

"Well I'm sure she'll be proud to know that you're killing Hazel and Cha-cha as a way to honour her memory." He was going to call for Cielo once more to leave when he saw her staring down at the floor.

She picked up one of the remaining knives. "I won't condone any violent methods but if this detective is as wonderful as you claim, at least I hope that you clear your name. Catching time travelling culprits should come second to proving the innocent to prevent getting a punishment unfit for them. That is only a personal belief."

He didn't say anything as she placed it into his hands. Fully trying to think about what both are trying to teach him. Asking himself the question of what Patch would do in this case. As much as he always tried to be a hero like he was as a kid, he knew that Patch was better than he ever was. No powers but always going into each case like she was unstoppable. That's what he loved about her.

Cielo patted him on the shoulder seeing that he was listening to them. Her and Five leaving him behind to be alone without any pressure from them.

"You think he'll be okay?"

"Even if he's not, Cha-cha will probably be gone in a few hours. Shipped off by the Commission for her next job. He won't be able to get his revenge even if he chooses to go down that route. Which I doubt he will in the end."

"You think that way too? I'm glad. I was worried that we were bombarding him too much. With the way that he was fighting, he was completely serious on ending Chestnut. If you didn't stop him when you did, he probably would have done the irreversible."

"Don't forget that you got your own mini revenge on Hazel too." She pouted at him pointing that out. Her reason for fighting and strength was on a completely different level than Diego's that it was not the same.

"Take it as a warning for yourself. Lie to me again about burning my workplace and that'll be you next time." He cracked a small smile.

"Duly noted."

"Good. Oh? What's that?" He followed her gaze looking over to the fallen statue in the courtyard. Luther probably tried to fix it given that it was in an upright position now.

"Ben Hargreeves, the last brother."

"Ahh, the one who passed? Did you two get along?" She walked over to the statue. Crouching down to meet eye level with the brother. Five following after.

"Yeah I would say so. Ben was different than the rest of us. Despite all of us turning crude under our dad's teaching in one way or another, Ben stayed kind. He didn't deserve to go the way that he did. The life he had wasn't the best either. Us at the Umbrella Academy the same. Maybe he just got out early before turning into a mess like the rest of us."

Sometimes Five felt guilty for his death. If he stuck around a bit longer there would have been one more member to prevent casualties on missions. His powers in particular being able to do such. The apocalypse killed his siblings; he let Ben die. He should have never time jumped that first time.

"I remember reading Violinist's book that you disappearing was the first time they ever thought of the world outside of the Academy. The second and final straw being this death. Though it's sad to think about, I think your childish act of rebellion made it so that the rest of the Academy could go out to be their own people. They're a mess but they aren't that bad. You included." As if she read his mind, he felt somewhat relieved at her words.

It gave him comfort that she didn't need to know exactly what he was thinking to speak what she wanted. Her words were true to what she thought. It was nice to think for a second that him disappearing created one good thing for his siblings.

Five crouched down next to her. He never did get to say goodbye to his sibling. At least in the future he spent an ample amount of time holding a burial for each of them. All except Ben whose body he didn't find. It wasn't until he read Vanya's book that he learned the truth. The statue at that point had been destroyed alongside the rest of the academy.

He patted the statue on the shoulder. "I hope you're resting well Ben."

She followed his lead to grab the statue's hand. Pretending to shake it. "It must have been hard to watch over everyone from a distance but you did a good job number 2."

"Actually Ben was number 6. Diego was number 2." He corrected.

"Oh, was he? The whole number system was confusing to follow. Except yourself, of course."

"Seven kids yet none of them turned out the way he hoped. At least, not how I would think someone like him would. Old bastard was fucked up in the head."

"He surely did seem like the perfect father figure." She said sarcastically. "I can't imagine how it must have been being raised by him. But today is a new day. You can move on from both the apocalypse and all this nonsense."

"I'm not sure I can. Over 40 years worth of work dedicated just gone. Finished. What could I possibly do to fill that empty goal space now?"

"Hmmm well you are thirteen-years-old in appearance. How do you feel about going to a proper school? Not like you'll struggle with academics. You can focus make friends, join clubs, hanging out, who knows? Maybe gain a real childhood?"

"I will not subject myself to being surrounded by pubescent children filled with raging hormones. I already have enough adult children to deal with."

"Hey with your brain it doesn't have to be high school. You can go straight to university if you want. Graduate top class and enter the capitalist workforce. You know what would be a challenge? Going into the arts like your sisters. I can imagine you getting any role that requires a little kid being a crazy killer like in horror movies or serial killer documentaries. You would be an amazing actor. Or you can be a musician like Violinist. Picture it now. You playing the guitar, rocking out to some punk rock music, and having thousands of screaming fans. International star Five. Please remember me after you become famous."

He shuddered at the thought. In turn, making her laugh. "Pass. Don't try to entertain the idea any more."

"Okay no academics nor arts. How about travelling?"

"Travelling?"

"Yeah. I mean you'll probably need a fake passport to travel alone but I'm sure your billionaire father had some sort of life savings. You saved this Earth. Might as well get the chance to experience all that this planet has to offer. I heard Dublin, Ireland is beautiful this time of year. Take a break old man."

He paused for a second to truly think about her words. Retire? Live a normal life? Sure, it had been his biggest goal to reach the end of all the chaos but he never imagined the aftermath. It was more of a cross the bridge when they get to it, sort of plan. Nothing concrete besides doing what his heart desires.

"Actually, there is one thing I have to do. Will you help me?" Before he could move on, there was one more responsibility he had to take care of.

"I would be honoured to."


"Yes, yes, thank you. Thanks bye." Cielo hung up the landline in the mall parking lot. Now all she had to do was wait for Five to return and it'll officially all be over.

When he asked her to accompany her somewhere she didn't expect him to request a ride to the department store. Though she could piece together why by how hard he held onto to Dolores. He was tying up all this loose ends as well. Putting an end to everything he gave his life to. Starting anew with saying goodbye.

Letting him take a moment to say all he needed to, she took the time to herself to finally call in the abandoned corpse off the freeway from yesterday. Since she didn't know much about the victim there wasn't much information that she could give to them besides the location and approximate time of death. The police would take care of the rest in her place.

She leaned against her car, staring up at the night sky. Taking only a brief glance of Five as he joined her. Noting the lack of a duffle bag on his back. "How are you feeling?"

He tucked his hands into his pockets. "It's going to take some getting used to. There was so much we shared in our time together. I love her. I truly do... but I have to let her go too. It's stupid, I know."

She shook her head. "No it's not. Your partner has been your support for decades. Suddenly not seeing her would devastate anyone. From what I knew of her, I know she only wanted what was best for you. You did what was right for her and yourself. You did good."

"Thanks." Giving Dolores back was bittersweet. The many memories they shared being his sole anchor through all the shit his life constantly faced. Her intelligence, beauty, caring personality, all of it made him fall in love. Give him hope for something better. Saying goodbye was saying goodbye to both his pain and happiness in one go.

He kept his eyes down at his shoes. Relying on the parking lot's streetlights to light the way through the night's darkness. The stars being barely visible due to the multiple city lights overshadowing them. During his time in the apocalypse, he spent many nights watching the stars.

It used to be so fascinating knowing the science behind it all. Over time, he started hating outer space. That each time he saw the night sky, it meant he was alone. There was nothing beyond them. Stars that probably long burned out before their light reached Earth. In the entire universe, Five was alone.

"I wonder how long it's been since I had time to watch the night sky." Cielo's soft voice breaking his train of spiraling thoughts.

"Is it really that amazing?"

"Of course. Looking at the sky, especially at night, you know you're never truly alone."

"Explain that theory."

"The moon, the stars, planets, all that and more. The stars can't be seen tonight but that doesn't mean they aren't there. With each light dispelled, another will take its place. The moon can only shine with the sun and look, it's shining. We are only a speck in the grand universe of everything. We just need to change our point of view to understand it. Kind of scary if you think about it."

He tilted his head to look at her. A small smile on her face as she took a deep breath in. She was completely relaxed that he didn't realize that he dropped the tension always in his shoulders. She really had a different way of thinking than he did.

"I think it's reassuring that we have moments where we can reset everyday." Her presence was beside him. He wasn't alone anymore.

"Is that so? I'm glad then." He stretched his arms above his head. "I should be getting you home. I think we both need a good night's sleep after everything we went through."

"Good idea." They both took a step away from the car when he noticed her outfit change. Instead of the formal pantsuit that she regularly wore for work, she was in a loose turtleneck sweater and jeans.

"Did you buy new clothes?"

"I did! I was getting a few looks when I realized that I was covered in blood. Threw that set away knowing that blood can be pretty hard to get out after it settles in. Isn't it cute though? They were on sale! Oh and check this out." He froze when she flashed a new green and gold watch on her wrist. "I got this watch too. They said it matched the outfit and I couldn't turn it down with how nice they were. The adult form of peer pressure I say."

It felt like someone washed Five over with cold water. That watch was the exact same model that 2002 Cielo had. The only thing missing being the massive crack over the glass.

He opened his mouth to say more when an explosion far away nearly knocked them down to the ground. They both looked in the direction of the sound seeing a massive cloud of dust and fire in the distance. Dread filling up in both of them.

"Five… Tell me that's not what I think it is."

"That's in the direction of the Umbrella Academy... doomsday is here..."