March 26, 2019

"Fineee!" Klaus shouted as he slammed the van door shut. Luther and Five didn't get him. He was only trying to help. He helped Five get his information on the eye. He helped Luther find Five. See? He did good work. But no. It always ended with him not being smart enough for them. That he was never sober enough to make meaningful conversation. Not his fault they both had sticks up their asses all the time.

He stormed into a nearby convenience store to get something to munch on. Though he could hear his third brother nagging at him to return back to the van. Apparently he couldn't be trusted alone. Unlike his other brothers, Ben didn't ever leave him. It was both a blessing and a curse. If only his little guardian angel let loose more.

"You know if you didn't say the first thing on your mind they wouldn't have kicked you out."

"Those two are so boring though. Going on about his fake eye and Luther is trying to play detective about dad. You want to know what I think?"

"No I really don't."

"I think they both need to spend some time with their good ol' brother Klaus. I would be a great influence on them. You know we could crack open a few bottles, smoke some leaves, it'll be a grand time." Ben only rolled his eyes as he went to comb through the aisles alone. Not that either of them could buy anything. The last of their money was already gone even before the memorial. Another reason why Klaus wasn't the most responsible member of the Academy to listen to.

To Five who survived in a world where money was nonexistent, twenty dollars was nothing. To Klaus who couldn't get a job and had no healthy solution to the voices, twenty dollars was another day he could survive. Though sometimes he wondered what the point of continuing his suffering was. He hated to admit it but it was his dad that kept him alive this long.

The random drops of money, not kicking him out, trying to enroll him in many sobriety centers. Constantly his dad would keep him alive in his own weird way. It was funny though. Through every attempt to keep Klaus alive, his dad never once expressed that it was out of love. Only criticizing him for not reaching his full potential. Whatever that meant. Bet he was rolling around in his grave that it was still the case after his death.

Ben recognized that look on his brother from the distance. As much as his brother put on the careless attitude, he had more to him that no one knew. He never told anyone that he brought Ben back all this time. When Ben asked why he didn't tell his siblings he was met with a simple answer. They wouldn't believe him. He was irresponsible since he discovered his powers. Bringing their brother back and all this time he kept him nearby? Their dumb brother wasn't capable of such. Klaus couldn't tell any of them.

The problem was, unlike the rest of the Umbrella Academy members, he couldn't control it. He couldn't stop the voices. Well, not by himself anyways. Hence the drug reliance. Ben always suspected it was out of fear. They would expect more from him. Demand him to use his powers more. Seeing the effects and how many people actually surrounded him with their screams, Ben never could truly control what Klaus did.

The temptation that came with the brightly coloured wrappers mocked Klaus. At the same time, it never failed to catch his attention. Much like drugs, they were addictive. Brought happiness in the form of sugar and fatty substances. Candy, chips, gum, chocolate, and more. Things he barely got as a kid. The same as an adult with limited resources. All of them taunted him. Asking him to take it. So he did.

"Woo!" The police officer reacted fast to Klaus rushing out of the store. They jumped to chase him down the moment he snatched an arm full of items.

"Hey! Hey you! Stop right now!"

"Hey bitches!" Luther and Five watched as their brother ran into oncoming traffic with a bunch of stolen snacks in his arms as a police officer chased after him. Nothing less of what they expected from him.

"You! Get back here!"

"Out of my way asshole!" This wasn't the first time that Klaus had to run from the police. He may not look the part, but in times of danger he could run. The only problem was in the stupid taxi drivers not seeing him properly and slowly him down. He could try going back to the van with his brothers but something tells him they weren't going to help him all that much.

Exiting out of her workplace, Cielo turned her head at the sound of multiple whistle blows and car honks. Her eyes landed on Klaus dropping all his snacks. It was a sad sight. Watching a grown man trying his best to run away from the cops for the sake of a few chips was not what she wanted to see the moment she clocked out. Without realizing it, she took a step forward.

"Hey! Over here!" Klaus turned his head at the sudden shout out. He quickly recognized her, turning to her direction. Though he nearly crashed into her when he tried to hide behind her. The police officer almost did the same when they came to a sudden halt in front of her.

"Ma'am please step aside."

"With all due respect officer, I will not. If you were to please calm down, then I will consider giving this man into your custody. Consider being the most important word in that statement."

"Do you know this man?"

She looked back at Klaus who was pouting at her. She was too much of a softie for people in need of help. "Yes, he's a friend of mine. Can you explain what the problem is?"

"Well your friend just stole from a convenience store in broad daylight. I hope that he can pay for it." She briefly glanced back at him shaking his head. He couldn't pay.

"I'll cover the costs. Would that be okay?" The officer kept going between the two. Not wanting to make this bigger than needed, they nodded. After giving the twenty dollar bill to ensure that it covered all his stolen merchandise, they were given a strict warning and were left alone.

She sighed, helping him pick up the closest snack bags that didn't get run over. "You really are so kind. I swear I'm not usually like this."

"It's alright. I ask that you don't do this again though. At least don't get caught."

"Ooo I like the way you think." She chuckled, handing him his snacks.

"You didn't come by with your son today. I hope this doesn't have to relate to your petty crimes. Just for some information, though prosthetics can be expensive there are many programs that can assist payment if needed. I can recommend some if you're interested." She offered partly thinking that his son was suffering due to his father's money issues.

"Actually-" he looked back at the van with a smile. At this point his brothers had come out of the van, heading their way. "My son is here. Would you like to meet him now? That's him over there with my brother."

Cielo looked in the direction he gestured to. Her eyes widened when it landed on the younger appearing one. The strange boy that she offered the umbrella to? It really was a small world, she thought. She smiled at him that was only met with a scowl.

"Five, right? We met the other day. Your dad tells me that you're looking into prosthetics. Is there a specific field that you're looking into?"

"You two know each other already? Perfect! Five, this is the prosthetic worker that I told you about today. And you thought I was lying."

"She's the prosthetist that offered to help me find my eyeball owner?"

"Again with this eyeball. What are you two talking about?" They turned to Luther who was completely lost in where this conversation was going. Cielo tilted her head looking at him.

"I'm sorry, have we met before? You look very familiar." Her knowing Luther sent warning bells off in Five's head. She didn't acknowledge knowing him so what was Luther in all of this?

"No? I'm Luther Hargreeves by the way. If that helps." He held out a hand that she took. The gesture slightly pissed off Five. She could be the cause of the apocalypse or an uncover assassin and they were exchanging greetings like nothing.

"Hargreeves? Oh! As in the Umbrella Academy? That must make you one of Violinist's brothers. You're the Spaceboy? A couple of years ago you were sent to outer space by your father, right? I remember reading that news awhile back."

"Wait wait, by Violinist do you mean Vanya?" Five intervened before Luther could answer.

"Yeah we live in the same building. Crazy enough I saw her roughly 2 days ago. But that was a coincidence. We aren't that close. My condolences about your father by the way." She turned to Klaus. "That must make you her brother too? If I were to guess you would be the one that has the powers to commute with the dead? The Seance. No wonder you reminded me of someone that would seances."

"Oh you know our codenames? You must have been a fan. Dad didn't have any naming sense with those." The three of them were having a small conversation that he didn't listen to.

When Klaus told Five that he managed to get him a meeting with one of the prosthetists at the exact manufacturer he needed, he didn't have high hopes. A part of him considered the chance that he was lying to try getting more money. The other part thought that it was his high brain imagining a worker willing to help them after the show they put on. He told him while dumpster diving. Don't blame him for thinking that his brother was not worth listening to him.

What he didn't expect was her. The woman from 2002. He already confronted her 2 days ago but it didn't give him any answers as to who she was. Even his paranoia self considered the fact that she could have been an alternate timeline version of the woman. Her re-reappearnace made him rethink once more.

She not only worked for Meritech Prosthetics but she lived close to Vanya, knew of their powers, contacted Klaus and attempted to meet Five himself. Now she was trying to befriend Luther? She has to be linked to doomsday in some form.

Five tucked his hands into his pocket, tensing his jaw. "You really have guts, don't you?"

All of them paused their conversation at the smaller one showing clear hostilities. Cielo, particularly, felt offended since he had displayed that emotion to her before. "Excuse me?"

"Listen, I don't know how long you and the Commission have been playing this game but it ends today. Come near my family again and I will not hesitate to end you. Regardless of how much you plead to be innocent." He stepped between her and his siblings.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "You have quite the attitude. There really is no reason to act like such a prick of an old man."

"Funny you said old man."

"Five calm down. She's only trying to help you find your one eyed man. She also paid for my snacks so that I wouldn't get arrested."

He never looked away from the woman. "How very nice of her. Luther, take Klaus back to the academy."

"Huh? But Grace-"

"What did I tell you back in the van? Hmm? I have more important things to deal with. I haven't been home in over 40 years. You can decide what happens to Grace." He glared at her with a tight smile. "She and I need to have a chat alone."

"And if I refuse? I agreed to help your dad answer questions about prosthetics. Not be verbally threatened by a cranky little boy." She leaned down to his height. A low tactic to get on his bad side. It wasn't her to let someone walk over her for the sake of remaining polite. Nonetheless a child that presented himself bigger than he was.

Five didn't like that. He only had 6 days. There was no way he was going to let her go now. "Fine. You want to play it that way? We'll play it that way."

Ignoring his siblings' concerned comments, he grabbed her by the forearm, blinking away to a nearby park. There was less of a chance of her attacking if they were in an area with many civilians around. She completely froze seeing her surroundings change in a flash.

The next thing he knew, she was on the ground. Crying out in pain. A sudden headache making her unable to process what was happening. Holding her head, she could only let out groans in pain rather than questions. The ball she curled up into wasn't helping.

Five didn't know how to react. He knew that it's been a while since he blinked with a living human but his technique was perfect. On missions with the Umbrella Academy it was one of the things he counted on to keep everyone safe. None of them reacted negatively to it. Not to the extreme that she was displaying at least. The biggest problem they had was the need to throw up. He experienced that before he mastered the power.

She was in clear pain. Should he help her? How? Should he blink them out of here so that there were less eyes on them? Would that make it worse? Was this a part of her plan? He didn't have a plan against her. He thought blinking them away from his siblings into a public park would be enough to throw her off. Now he was the one that was lost.

Cielo's had headaches before. She had broken her arm as a kid. Nothing hurt as bad as her head right now. It was too sudden. Too heavy. Too loud. She could barely process what was happening nor did she care. She just wanted it all to stop. The sole thing stopping her fainting was the squeeze on her arm to distract her. Focusing on the boy unknowingly pulling on her to get up.

"If this is another act-"

"Fuck off!" He pulled away from her in shock. He didn't think the woman could swear from how polite she presented herself.

Losing the sole thing to focus on, her headache got worse. Not saying anything else as she started to slap her head in an attempt to feel a different type of pain. It honestly scared him that she was in so much pain to try inflicting more to dilute the original source. It was like watching a patient in a psych ward go insane. He deals with people trying to kill him. That kind of crazy. Not this kind.

In panic, he placed his hands on the side of her head. He may hate her and think she's a threat to all of humanity but he was sane enough to want to help. His hands hurt from the amount of power she was using. To think whatever was going on in her head was worse. He forced her to look at him. Pulling her closer to control her erratic shaking.

"You need to stop this! Calm down!" He forced himself to take his own words when she violently tried to swing at him. He slightly placed some of his small body weight against the ball she curled herself into. Leaning his head onto her so that she could hear him properly. "Hey, you're okay. Take deep breaths. You're going to be okay."

Slowly he could see his words reach her. The punches were getting weaker and her breath becoming steadier. Matching his pace though he was struggling himself to appear calm. The show of pain dissipated the longer he held onto her. It brought relief when she had the controlled strength to remove his hands.

Her grip on his hands tightened. She glared at him. "What the fuck did you to me?"

Roughly pulling back his hands back, he reminded himself of his goal. "I'll do it again if you don't cooperate."

"Cooperate with what? Why are you such a weird kid? I swear your dad is so much nicer, I can't believe you turn out this way."

"Will you stop calling Klaus my dad? He's my brother. Same with Luther and Vanya that you somehow know."

The gears started turning in her head. She sat herself up. Looking around she finally realized that he had transported them. Though the after effects of her headache lingered making her a bit slower to process what exactly he was. "You're a part of the Umbrella Academy, aren't you? I thought your name was unique when we introduced ourselves. Didn't realize it was because you never received one. Number Five, the Boy, the one that disappeared as a kid. You really look the description."

"You seem to know quite a lot about me."

"And you seem to like to accuse me about things I don't understand. Which is why I ask again, what the fuck did you do to me and why?"

"Not so clean and formal as you portrayed yourself a few moments ago."

"I didn't feel like shit a few moments ago." She combed through her hair in order to somewhat clean up her appearance. For the most part, Cielo liked to maintain her appearance to at least be presentable. She dropped the formalities because Five wasn't someone that she felt the need to be polite to. Not after all the threats he already presented.

"Not a part of your plan?" He attempted to use this point of weakness to get information.

"Okay that's it! The last time we met you were the same! You look at me like I'm sort of murderer. Act like I'm going to suddenly attack you when you were the one to cause the worst feeling in the world to me. Did I do something to you? To your family? Because I swear that I have no idea what that was."

"If you swear so badly then you won't mind if we have a small chat. That's the only reason I took you away from my siblings."

"A talk? You want to talk to me? I was willing to talk to you before you teleported me you brat!" She winced once.

"Shouldn't be shouting around with that headache."

"I hope your siblings know how big of a brat you are."

"They may."

"You're actually insane. I don't care what I told your dad slash brother or whatever, go read a book about prosthetics. I'm not dealing with your bullshit attitude." She brushed off her clothes as she weakly got up. Her tough act wasn't selling that well with her staggering steps.

"You really think some questions about prosthetics is all I want?" His eye twitched in annoyance.

"Well so far you haven't been very good at talking about why you're such a prick!" She shouted from a distance.

"I won't follow after you if that's what your plan is!"

"Still don't know what plan you're talking about! I don't want you around!"

"You don't get to just walk away!"

"Watch me!" He felt his powers bubbling up in anger. She was the one constantly going in and out of his life as she pleases. Always leaving him behind with more questions. He hated her.

He forced himself to not jump. In order to handle her, he needed a clear mind. She was clearly a master manipulator. Messing with his head to make him the one begging her to stay. Using his powers now would only play into her game. Instead, all he did was ball up his fists.

"You ruined my life."

His almost whispered confession was enough to make her pause in her tracks. Sparring a glance behind her, she didn't see any lie in what he said. He fully believed that she was the cause of his life being the way it was because of her. In her mind, she knew that they had never met before this week. Though that would mean dismissing his anger to nothing. This degree of anger didn't come from nothing.

"What- how did I do that?"

"You appeared before me. Then you quickly left me behind. You always leave." Blame his tired self for talking. He hated Cielo because she left no presence. That he felt crazy for believing in her existence for over 40 years. Three of his siblings met her and thought nothing more. Dolores thought he was paranoid. Everything about her made him feel powerless. She ruined his life.

She swore in her head that she was weak for giving people the benefit of the doubt. Turning on her heel, she huffed out in anger. "All you want to do is have a conversation?"

"If you pose any threat, the conversation may turn bloody." She bit her tongue back.

"Are you like this with everyone?"

"Special treatment solely for you."

"Then I'm going to stop you right there. One conversation without you being rude. I'll answer any questions you have for me and cooperate as seen fit if you fulfill that one condition. Is that possible? If not then I will not waste my breath trying to reason with a brick wall."

"Don't you mean waste your time?" She didn't say anything to rebuttal.

Arguing further on why she was innocent to a kid who won't listen was not how she wanted to spend the night. Five could see that if he wanted to interrogate her he would have to play to some of her rules. His sighing was his message to her that he will somewhat concede.

"Shall we get something to eat as we talk then? I haven't had dinner yet and I'm feeling quite peckish. It'll be my treat." He hated how nicely she acted. It wasn't hard to tell that she was sucking up her own pride to be nice to him. Probably a skill that she gained in her profession. Either one of her assumed professions.

"Let's do that then. Your treat after all." He gave her the fakest smile he could muster. She knew he was faking it but at least he was trying in a sense. It was something.

Five was the one to lead her to a fast food restaurant. Obviously since he couldn't trust anywhere she chose. They didn't speak as they walked or waited for their food. She wanted him to have the first word. Give him the chance to get his thoughts in order before trying to get whatever answer he wanted. It allowed her the chance to breathe too. Getting teleported with a massive headache by a little angry boy she met a few days ago wasn't a normal day. She couldn't imagine how this conversation would go.

Where would his questions even begin? He hated her before they met. Raised suspicions when all she did was be friendly. To him and his siblings. Not her fault he seemed to lack any sociable skills.

When the order arrived she took one sip of her soda and started to eat the burger. He did the same as he didn't have a filling meal in nearly 24 hours. Compared to eating pre-packaged, slightly rotten, salads from a convenience store in his stake-out van, this was considered extremely healthy. Anyone that looked at their table wouldn't think for a second about the scene.

He waited until they both nearly finished their individual meals to ask his questions. "How old are you?"

"Turned 32 earlier this year."

"Birthday?"

"February 29, 1988."

"Do you speak ancient Greek?"

"I don't even know modern Greek."

"Why did you approach me 2 days ago?" He didn't want to give her any time to think. To come up with any lies to sell to him.

"To hand you an umbrella while it was raining."

"Vanya?"

"My neighbour for over 3 years."

"Klaus?"

"He was bleeding out in front of my workplace. I stopped to question if he needed help. And if you ask me about Spaceboy, I met him today. Nothing more."

"Why did you offer to help him find my eye?"

"I didn't. I offered to answer questions he had about prosthetics to his son. Not his brother who is surprisingly young looking."

"What do you know about the Umbrella Academy? About us?"

"I admit that I was a fan myself when I was a kid. Read your comics and watched the news about your adventures. Though my memory is a bit faded given how long it's been. I know as much as you can find in a library. Including Violinist's book."

"And what do you know about time travel?"

She paused. "You asked this one before. When we met."

"I'd like to ask again. What do you know about time travel?" She took a bite of her fries which naturally gave her more time to answer without appearing like stalling.

"Same as before. It's a complicated matter that I know little to nothing about."

"So if I were to tell you that I'm a 58 year old time traveller and the world ends in 6 days, what would you say?"

"I'd say that this place needs to work on their fry to salt ratio. I would not want one of my last meals to be this. Not that it's horrible. Just too much for my taste. Good thing I ordered the soda too."

"You think I'm lying."

"I think you're rude. I don't think you're lying." He was skeptical as to why she wasn't skeptical. When he told Vanya, she thought he was crazy. Had a million questions to follow. Any normal person would try to deny the end of the world in such a short amount of time. Instead she nonchalantly sipped on her drink as if he only told her about his day.

"Why aren't you questioning the legitimacy of what I'm saying?"

"You started our conversation with you teleporting us. Your family was a group of famous superheroes kids. One of your brothers literally is the size of three buff people, the other speaks to the dead. Your dad made chimpanzees talk and go to the moon. You time travelling and that somehow the world implodes is the least shocking thing in this conversation. Quite frankly I'm more impressed that the thing that kills us is sudden and fast. I would have thought it would have been a slow drag like through global warming. What does kill the world if I'm allowed to ask?"

"I think you."

This was the first time that he caught her off guard. "Me? What did I do?"

"That's what I'd like to figure out." Five placed his glass eye on the table. "I plucked this in the future. It's been my main lead as to the cause of the apocalypse."

She picked it up, examining the serial number she didn't recognize. It was indeed her company that made it though. "Just because I potentially make this, doesn't mean I'm the cause. It could be the person who gets the eye. Why me?"

"Because you appeared in front of me in 2002. Same age, voice and way of talking. It was you." Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Again, he never felt as if she was acting.

It was hard to process what he was explaining. The world ending was one thing. Her being the cause was another. She considered herself to be a good person to the Earth. There were times when she chose to drive instead of walking or use single-use plastics but she tried to be conscious of her actions. She never desired such nor did she know how to.

"I-" she set the eyeball down, "I don't understand. 2002? A me that looks and acts the same? I don't have powers like you or your siblings- adopted siblings. I have pictures of me from 2002 as a kid. I don't have any relatives that look exactly like me. How is it even possible for me to be that person?"

His eyes glanced at her briefcase lying against her. It was too small to be a Commission one. Not to mention that it was clearly stuffed with papers. Agents had to keep their briefcases on them at all times. To keep this one over the real deal just to throw him off? Was she that desperate to keep her image real?

"Time travel is possible for non-super powered humans."

"How?"

He loosely played with the straw stuck in the tight lid. He hadn't even told Vanya this part of the story in fear that she would over react. Telling this stranger something she may already know wouldn't change anything. "After spending roughly 40 years alone, I was recruited to be a part of the Temps Commission. An organization that deals with maintaining the timeline. Using the help of briefcases they have the ability to jump to any time period when necessary."

"Briefcases? Like mine?" She grabbed hers, giving it a small shake. As if that would do anything.

"Not like yours. A special one that can only be gained after years of training in timeline management."

"And that was you? And apparently me? Not me?"

"Not sure yet. To be blunt you're not exactly Commission material to be given a briefcase. All those that I met that were on field agents fall into a similar category that you don't fit. Too nice, random, unprepared for the outside. Not that the woman I met was any different. Unless you're one hell of an actress. Briefcase management shouldn't be stupid to give them out to everyone."

"Or I stole it from whatever organization you were in." She rolled her eyes when she saw him considering that option. "I'm joking. It's a joke Five."

"Not a well seasoned one."

She gave an exasperated sigh. The headache returning because of his stubborn attitude. "Whatever, just ignore it. Okay. I'm supposedly the cause of the end of the world. Right? Okay. I'm assuming that you want to stop me. Yet you don't know how I do it. I don't know how I do it. What exactly is the game plan here?"

He didn't have an answer to that. She was surprisingly cooperative and unknowledgeable about the whole situation. If she had proven once that she was a threat, he would have locked her up as he continued his search. Didn't feel right with the way she was acting.

"What are you doing for the next 6 days?"

"Nothing much? Work, go home, chill. Not the end of the world?"

"How do you feel about spending it with me then?"

"You're not suggesting that you follow me around all day for basically a week, are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. What better way to check that you don't have anything to do with the eyeball then to follow you around? Help me get to know you better." She was repulsed by the idea.

"No way am I having you stalk me all day, including when I'm working. The moment Big boss sees you, he will fire me on the spot. Not to mention how creepy it is to keep a thirteen-year-old boy around me without any good excuse to tell people."

"Would it be better if I told you that I'm fifty-eight, trapped in my thirteen-year-old body?"

"Wow, that makes it so much less creepy." She sarcastically said. Not even questioning his statement. "What if they start to think I kidnapped you from your family and are keeping you hostage? Or if they start to think I'm into that kind of stuff? No way am I getting arrested for that heinous of a crime. At least the police can't put it on my record that I potentially caused the end of the world."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"When I'm off the clock, you can come pick me up. I'm going to emphasize that it must be outside of work. I'll follow along with any Earth saving agenda you have and you can keep an eye on me. You can even watch me at work but from the outside only. No coming in. How does that sound?" Though it wasn't ideal, Five couldn't find any holes to argue with besides wanting to keep an eye on her 24/7. Her logic made it sound like he was the irrational one.

"I'll agree only if you give me a list of every single eyeball you and your company manufacture and receive for that day." She grimaced a bit.

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Besides breaking patient confidentiality? I don't know about my coworkers. Big Boss is going to be the hardest. I can probably get most of them to cross reference but that's not going to be a good excuse to look at the ones he sells on the black-market."

"Black-market? What do you mean by black-market?"

"I'm sure you know what the word means. Every month Big Boss sells unlicensed prosthetics in order to claim insurance money. Obviously this isn't legal hence why he does it through black-market connections. He is very protective of those files. I could never get my hands on them. Ughh I should have done the kiss up act to him while I had the chance. Who knew we would get into this kind of trouble?"

"I need that list."

"That's why I'm saying I won't be able to get it that easily. People don't just leave their illegal documents out in the open like in movies. They hide it in attics or special safes or something. You want those files? You're going to have to get them yourself. You're lucky that I was considering giving you my files; don't be bitter."

"Considering? No you're getting me those files unless you want me to walk into your workplace again."

"If I do this, my career is ruined and hundreds of people's private information could be leaked. Regardless of the black-market problem, I don't want to cooperate with a young-old man like you. I still don't know you that well either. Would a please and thank you really hurt?"

"With the end of the world at stake, you just want a please and thank you?"

"It would be nice to know if the person that claims all of this to show a bit of kindness." He was going to rip his hair out. Her the same.

"Please get me those files. I will say thank you when you actually give them to me."

"Not what I was expecting but I'll take it. I guess." She looked around the restaurant. In only 6 days this place was going to disappear. The life along with it. She didn't understand but it was somehow up to her to stop that. "It's going to be an absolute pleasure working with you Five."

"Likewise Cielo." She sighed. Popping the last remaining fry into her mouth. She glanced at the clock on the wall. A new day was coming soon. One of the few remaining to come.

The two of them co-operating was going to be a strain on both their parts. The things they'll do to save the world.