"Mulligan!" Lafayette whisper-shouted, his heavy French accent getting the man's attention.

"What?!"

"We found Alexandre, mon ami."

Mulligan blinked in shock before breaking out into a wide smile of relief. "Where?!"

Lafayette led him to Laurens, who was crouched in front of a window. A small boy was on the inside, presumably unlocking it.

"Is that Purple?" Mulligan asked.

"Oui."

Purple opened the window. "Come on, get it here! I'm sure our absence will be noticed anytime soon!"

Laurens drew his pistol, watching out for any British soldiers hiding in the room.

Mulligan and Lafayette followed, immediately running to Alexander. "Alex! Are you alright?!"

"Good lord, mon ami. You had us worried sick! que s'est-il passé?!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I was ambushed by the British and they tried taking me to their base. When I fought back, they threw me into a tree and blasted me with something. And suddenly I wake up and Purple and Aaron are saying something about how I was turned into a child."

"Well you were." Purple said.

"Well, your alive, and we're grateful. Washington was worried himself into a six foot hole." Laurens said.

"Anyways," Alexander ignored the worry. "We've got to get out of here."

"With the amount of British that are crawling around?!" Mulligan snapped.

Gunshots filled the air.

"That's probably Washington and the others two."

Alex and Purple stared at them.

"Oh yeah. Purple's overprotective dad and his buddy got Washington to take them with." Mulligan said, shrugging his shoulders.

Purple's eyes widened. "King's here?!"

"Yep!"

Purple sighed with relief. "Thank God."

"Don't worry. We'll get you guys out of here."

It turned out to be a horrible idea. As soon as they had set foot, a British soldier set off an explosion, and the five of them were running in different directions in an attempt to escape.

Laurens tossed Alexander his spare pistol before shooting at the soldiers behind them. Alexander ran into another room, stopping in his tracks when he realized what was in there.

"Jesus Christ."

The rift between his and Purple's times had become common knowledge to them, but he hadn't expected to see it in real life.

At least, not right now.

And yet, there it stood. It looked eerily similar to a space wormhole, only in pink and blue and purple.

It shot his nerves up.

Purple ran in, a knife in his hand. "Alexander! What's goi-Holy shit."

Purple spotted the rift too.

"That...that's gotta be your way home, right?" Alexander asked.

"Presumably."

Soldiers opened fire, and the others ran in.

"GET DOWN!" Mulligan screamed, jumping under a table.

Alex and Purple jumped under a table, just as another explosion erupted.

Purple didn't need to make any assumptions. He knew something had happened. He had passed out, that was all he knew.

The pink, blue, and purple of the rift was gone, and Purple's face fell.

They didn't.

"...Alex...?"

"Purple! You okay?!" Alexander's hands were shaking his shoulders.

"What...what the hell happened?" Purple asked as Alexander dragged him out from underneath the table.

"The British set off another explosion, I think. I also believe they closed the rift."

All of them turned to look at the rift that was once in the farthest corner of the room, and sure enough, it was gone.

"Fuck."

They did.