(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 5, Episodes 2 and 3)

Other than the glitch, I have started moving forward with Rip's death. I still utilize the library archive I've stored on him, but not as much. They say it gets better in time. I suppose it applies to me here. Anyway, Charlie is still on her joyride. I can't seem to access the jumpship's travel logs. She unequivocally doesn't want anyone to know her whereabouts. Mr. Constantine returned from the abyss 13 hours later. Captain Lance and Miss Sharpe are the first to see him in the Galley. "What happened down there," the former executive inquires.

"I need a drink," he says as he disregards them. The sorcerer walks past the fabricator and out of the Galley.

Miss Sharpe is befuddled by this. "No post-mission debrief?"

"It's part of his process," the captain responds. His behavior is nothing new for her. In the lab, Dr. Heywood is shaking my banks. He wants me to reboot a message that was already scrubbed. I tell him, "You can mistreat me all you like, Dr. Heywood. But I can assure you, there are no secret messages hiding in my memory banks." Mr. Tarazi walks in and observes his friend's behavior. He jokingly asks if the historian has gotten into his stash again. The technician informs him that Captain Lance is calling everyone to the Galley.

Mr. Constantine divulges what he meant by Rasputin not being an isolated incident. He reveals that the Encores were released by Miss Astra Logue. Her name may have been mentioned a few times. She and the soothsayer are bound together with a tragic past. In 2014, he attempted to resurrect her deceased mother, who was a longtime friend of his. A terrible mishap occurred in which the girl was condemned. Mr. Constantine calls it his "greatest failure". He went to Hell to reason with her, but she dissented. So, a "more permanent solution" in stopping her is a must. Dr. Palmer believes that she, like Miss Darhk, can change due to being a human. However, the soothsayer decries that Miss Logue's humanity is depleted because of her lust for power.

"On the bright side," the captain indicates, "at least, the Encores aren't our fault this time." Mr. Tarazi and Dr. Heywood high-five on that.

Miss Sharpe queries, "Is there any point in sending these Encores to Hell? It sounds like Astra would just send them straight back."

"Correct," Mr. Constantine states.

"Well, then until we find a more permanent solution," Captain Lance suggests, "we'll house the Encores on the ship." Do I need to remind her how crowded it was when the magical creatures were on board?

A haunted Dr. Palmer peers at a jar of Rasputin's organs in the refrigerator. "We're gonna need a bigger pantry."

The captain, Mr. Tarazi, and Dr. Heywood exit the Galley when the totem-wielder requests to be excused for his father's birthday. "And Nate is coming with me." Both are unaware of this. Mr. Tarazi explains how his parents are over-curious about his life. As you may remember, they are under the impression he is attending business school. He hopes the historian can pose as one of his professors. The latter doesn't think it's a good idea.

Captain Lance proclaims, "I still can't believe you haven't told your parents the truth about what you do."

"You mean that I'm a time-traveling superhero who stole the family heirloom?" When he verbalizes it as so, it doesn't benefit his case.

The captain reconsiders, "Yeah, stick to business school."

"We'll be back before you can say 'timequake'."

She sanctions his requisition while telling him, "Don't jinx it." Mr. Tarazi and Dr. Heywood head in an alternative direction.

"Too late, Captain," I notify her, "a new timequake has been detected. You are needed on the bridge." Upon her arrival, I have pinpointed the timequake's origins as well as accessed the necessary documents. "What are we looking for?"

"Ah, the epicenter of the timequake," Miss Sharpe discloses, "is in Los Angeles, 1947."

Dr. Palmer recounts, "It is the golden age of Hollywood and the height of organized crime in the city."

"The real golden age," Mr. Rory comments.

"All right, people," Miss Sharpe instructs, "we're gonna need two teams for the—" She quickly recalls who the captain of the Waverider is. "Sorry, honey, I think I'm in your spot, aren't I?"

Captain Lance amicably pats her partner's back. "Hey, don't sweat it, babe." She addresses the men, "As Ava was saying, two teams. Ray, John, you're with me. Mick, Ava, QB from the ship. Now, let's do this." She, the astrophysicist, and the sorcerer set out for the fabrication room. They disembark after the ship reaches its destination.

The former director notes the actual captain's order. "Hmm, you hear that," she queries the indifferent arsonist. "It's only my second mission with the Legends, and I'm already being trusted with the football."

"QB means staying on the ship and doing nothing."

"Or it could mean providing the team with vital information." No point in bringing her down. He opts to dally in the parlour. "Gideon, pull up a topographical survey of the city, please." Right away.

45 minutes later, Captain Lance calls in with an update on the Encore. Benjamin Siegel, known to most as "Bugsy", is an infamous mobster who was assassinated by a hit man. According to his sweetheart, Miss Virginia "Jeanie" Hill, he owns a supper club on Sunset Boulevard called the Blue Iguana. The captain implores Miss Sharpe and Mr. Rory to meet her, Mr. Constantine, and Dr. Palmer there. The former higher-up ecstatically dashes to the fabrication room. The ex-con staggers to join her. They leave via a portal. Left alone, I have rediscovered an old pastime: eavesdropping on the Legends through their earpieces. "Ava, what's your status," Captain Lance inquires.

"Rory and I are just sliding up to the bar now. We're gonna keep an eye on things. I'm seeing two zones of egress. Back door's a gray zone, front door's got about four guys sitting around it, which, quite frankly, feels like overkill. What do you think, Mick?" He tells her she needs to relax. She has been stagnant following the Time Bureau's decommission.

"Ray, you ready to get Bugsy when he comes out?"

"Ready and walking the beat. Gotta say, feeling spiffy in this uniform." I have a visual on the astrophysicist. He can pass off as a police officer, face and all.

The captain is conferring with Mr. Constantine. "Bugsy has drawn himself quite a crowd of ass kissers."

"Yeah, and judging by the cheap threads and conservative haircuts, I'd say they're politicians." The next lines of dialogue indicate that Miss Hill has joined the crowd and her beau's side. "I knew it; she's as bent as a nine-bob note." They somehow manage to corner her. The damsel in distress highlights Mr. Siegel's influence over the town since his resurrection. He has a personal stash of compromising photographs which he uses for blackmail. Miss Hill is no exception to this because the mobster baits her for his trap. She can't leave town if he still possesses those photos.

"You know, if Bugsy likes honey traps," Captain Lance solicits, "why don't we give him a taste of his own medicine?" If I could name one person who can charm the likes of a club-owning gangster, she would be on top of the list. And I've witnessed utilizing her allure. The captain entices the mobster out of his club. "Ray, I'm outside with—" She halts as Mr. Siegel walks up behind her. They are surrounded by a quartet of hitmen. He ushers Captain Lance to step aside. Gunfire rapidly breaks out, but he doesn't succumb to any wounds. Mr. Siegel fires a singular bullet; all four men vanish upon being hit. Dr. Palmer appears to arrest the surviving gangster, but the latter is escorted away by another cop.

Captain Lance recurs to the Waverider along with Mr. Constantine and Dr. Palmer. The first two are in the corridor when Miss Sharpe calls in from the Blue Iguana. "So, Sara, do you want us back at the ship for a post-mission debrief?"

"No, mission ain't over yet. I need you guys posted at the club. Keep your eyes peeled and your ears open." The captain describes the revolver Mr. Siegel used on Mickey Cohen's men. It's loaded with bullets made from, in Mr. Constantine's words, ignis inferni (Hellfire). "Bugsy is gonna be pretty hard to catch if he still has that gun."

"Well," the sorcerer asserts, "we best get our hands on it pronto because only a weapon from Hell can eliminate a Hell spawned Encore." He tentatively emphasizes a burgeoning idea. "And that gun may be useful in more ways than one."

"Oh, good thing I have my best man on the job," Captain Lance remarks after Mr. Constantine walks ahead. She relocates Dr. Palmer to the Los Angeles Police Department to retrieve the weapon. The astrophysicist confirms that the officers are in cahoots with Mr. Siegel. In the parlour, the captain and the soothsayer are devoid of a Plan B. She paces herself, saying, "If Ray can't get this gun, the last thing we need is Bugsy blasting anyone else out of existence."

"Yeah, well, maybe a stretch of the old legs and some fresh air will give us some clarity." Mr. Constantine is poised to light a cigarette with a matchbox he found. He chuckles as he notices something written inside. "I think I know how to get Bugsy's gun." The sorcerer dismisses himself to make a telephone call.

In hindsight, Miss Sharpe didn't simply lose her job. She was also evicted from her apartment. She tells Mr. Rory, "Everything I own is now stuffed inside a Time Bureau softball league duffel bag. I am essentially homeless."

"Congratulations; you're a part of the team."

"Uh-uh. I'm a vagrant. A vagabond." Why doesn't she move into the Waverider? Excluding the fact of sharing the bathroom with five other people, she'll get to see and work with Captain Lance 24/7.

"Mm, no rent, no job, no kids. Perfect."

"It's just—I had so many responsibilities at the Time Bureau. People needed me. You get it? Nobody needs me to do anything." Mr. Rory points out someone in the club who seems unfulfilled in his commitments. The ex-director is alarmed with her lack of purpose. Quite honestly, she misses being in charge.

The captain checks in on them. "You two still at the Blue Iguana?"

"Uh, yes, Captain," Mr. Rory affirms. "Just following orders."

"Great, I need you and Ava to create a diversion. Clear the place out. I'm gonna draw Bugsy back to the club, so we can capture him."

The captain shakes Miss Sharpe out of her trepidation. She gasps, "I can do that." Afterwards, Captain Lance sets the trap for Mr. Siegel, while changing into a new outfit. Dr. Palmer notifies his failed attempt in securing the gun. Mr. Constantine assures him it isn't their last shot. I continue listening as the captain portals to the club. Suddenly, an atrocious sound blats out of the ship's speakers. I use the auditory tracker; that dissonance originates from Miss Sharpe's earpiece. Her jazzy rendition of Bel Biv DeVoe's "Poison" is abysmal. "That's my girl," I hear a proud Captain Lance mutter upon arriving.

"What now," Mr. Rory unaffectedly queries.

"We wait and hope John gets that Hell gun before Bugsy gets here."

"Right."

"That girl is poison," Miss Sharpe drunkenly sings. It's more like "screeches", but I'm not telling her. "That girl is poison."

Once Mr. Siegel is on the scene, he is not happy with the decreasing number of customers. "You bring me all the way down here, just so I can watch some no-name dame humiliate herself on stage?"

"First of all, she is not a no-name dame," the captain elucidates. "That's my girlfriend. And second, she is not humiliating herself. She's enjoying herself." Mr. Siegel realizes that he has fallen into a trap, and Miss Hill swapped the Hell revolver for a regular one. I hear a few gunshots fired; the mobster is detained. Miss Sharpe is still singing the whole time the struggle ensues.

"Should we tell her the mission's over," Mr. Rory questions Captain Lance.

"Nah, let her finish." They escorted the handcuffed Mr. Siegel to the lab. The ex-con holds him at gunpoint. The captain tests the measures for the brig. The invisible barrier is in effect as she does this. "Hey, holding cell still works."

"Who are you people," the prisoner queries. "You communists?"

"Idiots," Mr. Rory mutters.

"I know you're probably pretty confused, Mr. Siegel," Captain Lance explains, "but you might as well make yourself comfortable because you may be here for a while." As she was about to detain him, an enraged Mr. Constantine storms in. A concerned Dr. Palmer accompanies him.

"I should blast you straight into oblivion, you damn bastard," the soothsayer snarls at the mobster. "You made Jeanie's life miserable, and now she's dead because of you." The captain purses her lips in disapproval.

The latter doesn't show an ounce of remorse. "I may have corrupted a wannabe starlet. But you? You created a real monster." Can you guess whose name he said? Mr. Constantine doesn't hesitate on scheduling another impromptu visit with her.

"John," Captain Lance contests, "if you're about to do what I think you're gonna do, then you'd better be sure."

"Hand him over, big man," he says to Mr. Rory. He shoves Mr. Siegel over to the sorcerer. "Yeah, that's it, big boy. You're my ticket to Hell." Mr. Constantine delivers a pistol whip to the prisoner's forehead. The former smears the latter's blood on his face and his mouth. He really performs unaccountable acts for his spells. After he recites the incantation, he instructs Mr. Rory to "light her up", which he does with his heat gun. They are swiftly gone; the burning "timer" is all that's left.

Mr. Constantine returns in less than an hour. Dr. Palmer asks him what has happened, but the tired soothsayer wants a drink. "Not this time," Captain Lance declares, stopping him. "Is Astra...?" The implied word is "dead".

"When I got down there, I was swarmed. Astra had the drop on me. She knew I was coming."

"And the gun," the astrophysicist quizzes.

"It's gone."

The captain reasserts, "We'll figure out another way." Mr. Constantine exits the lab. Dr. Palmer follows him into the corridors. The astrophysicist assures the heedless sorcerer that the confrontation with Miss Logue must've not been easy. He harkens that, if he'd similarly handled Miss Darhk when she was supposedly evil, they wouldn't be happy and together. Mr. Constantine admits having a chance to pull the trigger, but he couldn't do it. This makes Dr. Palmer grin because he's "happy there's still good guys out there", especially if one of them is "a master of the dark arts". The soothsayer derides his notion; however, he is determined to save Miss Logue for both their sakes.

In the parlour, Mr. Rory is reading Midnight Bride. Captain Lance interrupts him upon a hasty arrival. "Hey, don't give Ava a hard time for getting on stage, all right? I don't want her to be too embarrassed."

"She's not gonna remember a thing," he imparts. Just then, their attention is caught by a still tipsy Miss Sharpe.

"Well, hello," she greets, stumbling over the arsonist. "Ha. Where is my invite to this party, huh, Mickey boy?" The ex-director takes his bottle of beer and gulps it down.

"I spat in that," he grumbles. The captain peers at him. "Old prison habit."

Miss Sharpe takes a step backwards. "I cannot believe I sang in front of all those people. I w—" She jovially spins around. "I was awesome! I killed it. And did you see my backup band? They were like, 'Oh, tsh tsh, mwah'." Turning to her bemused partner and friend, she implores, "Please tell me someone got a video." Mr. Rory apparently does; bent on sparing her girlfriend the humiliation, Captain Lance snatches his phone and gives him another beer. Miss Sharpe plops into the armchair. "Mm, and another thing. Seriously, Sara, you're my everything. Working on that side mish with Rory was way more fun than running any stupid Time Bureau. Like 'responsinilities'." She means "responsibilities". "Wha—? Who needs 'em?"

"Oh, good, babe," the captain affirms. "I'm glad you had fun." She approaches her and grips her partner's shoulder. "Just know that there is no small role on this team. Right, Rory?"

"Right," he gulps in a no-nonsense manner. Miss Sharpe has passed out when Captain Lance turns to her. She snores very loudly.

The captain strokes the top of her girlfriend's hair. "Mm-kay, night-night, sweetheart." Dr. Palmer had entered the parlour to notify something when they heard a portal to the bridge opening. A stylish brunette of Iranian descent enters with Dr. Heywood and Mr. Tarazi trailing behind her. By the look on their faces, her presence is not accidental. She is ignorant of her surroundings and questions where she is. I respond, "You are on a 22nd century timeship, designated WR2059." The woman flinches at my holograph. "Currently situated in the temporal zone."

"Hey, guys," a confused Dr. Palmer inquires, "who's your friend?"

"We can explain everything," the historian states.

"Yeah, ya better," Captain Lance demands.

Pointing at the other Legends, the startled newcomer queries, "Who are you people?"

"Guys, this is Zari," the technician introduces. "She's my sister." Miss Tarazi panickily calls for help, but nothing is coming to her rescue. The visitor continues to scream as she grasps this. "That girl is poison," the off-key songstress dozily mumbles. Welcome to the team, Miss Sharpe.

I have watched the video of Miss Sharpe's performance. While she was intoxicated, she did look like she was having a ball. The extruding patrons blocked the camera focus a few times. Out of respect for Miss Sharpe, I denied attaining a copy of the video. The Legends wouldn't think twice of me accessing their phones. So, I hid it in my archives. I do have an update concerning Miss Sharpe. She has officially moved into the Waverider. I've watched her unpacking her duffel bag. I'd thought she was exaggerating about that.

On the other hand, Mr. Constantine is skulking through the corridors for an escape. He is caught by Captain Lance, who is more furtive than he is. "Going somewhere," she inquires with arms crossed.

"Spare me the sendoff, Lance," the sorcerer smirks. "I'm leaving before you and your band of botherers can suck me into another world-saving sing-along." He walks past her.

She turns and catches up to him, admitting, "Actually, I was gonna say we're still waiting for you to move out. There's a box in the library labeled 'arcana' that's been sitting there for months."

He keeps strutting down the corridor without looking at her. "I'd avoid touching that if I was you." It's too late for that warning.

"Yeah, Behrad already tried to move it, and he now thinks he's being haunted by a forlorn mariner."

"And he's right, but I can't stick around to help the bloke." Mr. Constantine faces the captain. "I'm off to research a more lasting solution to your Encore problem."

Dr. Palmer sticks his head out from his quarters. "Did someone say 'Encore'?" He melodiously holds the last syllable.

The narrow-eyed soothsayer acknowledges the astrophysicist. "I also said no musical numbers, so please don't start."

Dr. Palmer treads lightly to them. "Listen, I might have a solution to your problem."

"I can't take you with me on this one, squire. Where I'm going, I need to walk alone." Mr. Constantine glances at Captain Lance, adding, "With Gary." She just gives him a singular nod.

"Okay but look—we're on a timeship. And let's be honest, we're a little past the whole 'should we change history' debate, right?" The captain makes a look that exemplifies dubitability on the topic. "So, what if we go back to when the Encores were kids and reform them before they break bad?" The odds that reformation can be transient are 50/50.

Captain Lance speaks up. "Ray, we're dealing with the villains of history fresh out of Hell. They can't just be reformed like your—" Suddenly, Miss Darhk pops in from her tour. She calls from Dr. Palmer's quarters, wanting to know where he is.

"Like your fairy god-girlfriend," Mr. Constantine imperviously finishes. "Speaking of which, I think that your services are required, squire." The astrophysicist retreats to his quarters. He cheerfully greets his girlfriend, only for his mood to change upon seeing her light blue equestrian attire. Miss Darhk has had another child wishing for a pony. She is clearly exasperated by this. Dr. Palmer jokes that, the next time she has obtained another pony-wanting ward, she should say 'neigh'. It's a bit mawkish. The fairy godmother changes into sweats with her wand. She sits in an armchair, yearning to be "done with this gig". Her boyfriend points out that it gives her "the opportunity to make people's lives better". Miss Darhk doesn't share his optimism. Dr. Palmer sets an intimate mood for them, lighting the candles as well as requesting me to "dim the lights and play 'You're the Inspiration' by Chicago." Before anything can happen, she's already fast asleep. "Gideon," the deflated astrophysicist calls, "don't play Chicago."

"I wasn't going to, Dr. Palmer," I assert. He covers the sleeping benefactor with a blanket. In the lounge, Dr. Heywood queries if Miss Tarazi really doesn't remember being on the Waverider whatsoever. She confirms that she'd "book a lobotomy" if she ever had fond memories on the ship. At the same time, the "houseguest" tosses an old Chinese takeout box aside. Sitting far away, Mr. Tarazi wants no part in the interrogation. He opts using the memory flasher on his sister and sending her home. The historian stops the totem-bearer, believing she can remember the two years from the other timeline. She seems more focused in maintaining her social media empire. I recess this disagreement with a proclamation of a team meeting. They lock Miss Tarazi alone in the lab prior to leaving for the bridge.

Captain Lance, Miss Sharpe, and Dr. Palmer are in attendance. I put forward the topic of discussion once Dr. Heywood and Mr. Tarazi have arrived. "A serial killer has been freed from Hell and is on the loose in 2004." I disclose the news report on the control panels.

"And somehow the scariest thing about this mission," the captain quips, "is going back to the early 2000s."

"A coroner was found dead while transporting the body of a famed serial killer."

Miss Sharpe gasps at the killer's mugshot. "Oh my goodness! It's Freddy Meyers, the Prom Night Slasher." I sense she's going to enjoy this mission. She looks around at everyone else. They do not know who he is. "Come on, guys. I ranked him #5 killer of all time on ScabCast." What is ScabCast? "My podcast on serial killers." I haven't heard of it. "Babe..." Captain Lance can't share the former's zeal.

"As I was going to say," I persist, "Freddy Meyers killed seven of his peers before—"

"At his high school prom in 1989," the serial killer enthusiast defers. "He used a kitchen knife, and he wore a creepy mask. I did a whole series on it, so none of you open my emails clearly."

"And following the murders, he spent—"

"He spent 15 years on death row before he was executed in 2004." Thank you for doing my job, Miss Sharpe.

"Which is when the timeline changed, starting with the death of the coroner and the disappearance of Freddy's body."

"I didn't want to think about what a serial killer would do for his second act," Dr. Palmer confesses.

Miss Sharpe, configured to her talent, has an inkling. "Tiffany! She was the final girl. The only target who survived Freddy's attack!" She finishes alongside Dr. Heywood, who has found time to listen to the content piece. He deems it "informative and entertaining". "See? Thank you."

"Check it out," the astrophysicist indicates. "The Central City High class of '89 is planning to memorialize their fallen peers at their 15-year reunion this Friday night."

"We have to go." Miss Sharpe looks the captain in the eye. "That's where Freddy will be to finish the job."

"Well, then, babe," she permits, "grab your autograph book because we're gonna catch a serial killer." Her partner can't restrain her excitement, which makes Captain Lance smile. "Gideon, take us to 2004." Yes, captain. As they disperse, Dr. Heywood notes that a mattress sponsor is offering a free shipping order using the promo code 'laceration'. How fitting. Afterwards, I uncovered a discovery while skimming the yearbook photos. Our very own Mr. Rory is part of the ill-fated graduating class.

Captain Lance, Miss Sharpe, and Mr. Rory are sealed inside the school grounds via telekinesis. Figuring an immortal killer is impossible to defeat, she thus grants Dr. Palmer to test his theory of reformation. For that, he and Dr. Heywood must travel to 1989, exactly nine hours before the gruesome events. The initial attempt was unsuccessful. They reembark to obtain Freddy Meyers' home address. Mr. Tarazi joins them in the bridge after another quarrel with his sister. The technician accesses the Encore's personal records. Miss Darhk is awakened at this point. She appears to suffer from a headache. Dr. Palmer vocalizes concern for his girlfriend. She explains that, as a fairy godmother, she is vocally attuned to kids' wishes. Prom night is, in her words, "a minefield of teenage need". In addition to this, her calling goes to the one with the deepest need. She is suddenly teleported upon disclosure. I tracked her location to the residence of one Freddy Meyers.

In the meantime, Miss Tarazi fails to open the lab doors with a screwdriver. She is about to throw a chair at it when her brother enters. As he stops her, she glances at the brandished totem on his wrist. She accuses him of stealing their family heirloom. Mr. Tarazi attempts to justify his theft. As the siblings bicker, it's revealed that Miss Tarazi resents how their parents favor him despite his rare home visits and perceived laziness. Mr. Tarazi criticizes her for not caring about anyone but herself. To further prove his point, he grabs her phone and mockingly creates a post: "What up, Z-listers? Turns out even a sacred totem couldn't reverse the sucking void that is my soul". An offended Miss Tarazi remarks she's a business, not a void. Her brother remits her phone and resets the locks, saying it won't work here anyway. She isn't quick enough to escape.

The sequence to Miss Sharpe's podcast is organized. Each episode includes the host's introduction, a brief exposition on the subject in question, their origins, the history of their murders, their pathology, how they get caught, and their comeuppance. Miss Sharpe's delivery alternates between objectivity and dramatization. While I'm delving into the episode on Freddy Meyers, two underlying details stick out. First, he wasn't well-liked in school. Mr. Rory has openly regarded his former classmate as "a loser". Second, his mother was the only witness to his execution. I also observe some glaring areas in his psychological profile. Although being a victim of bullying can be a motive to inflict harm, Freddy Meyers seems to lack the goal to do so due to his sheltered existence. On top of that, his confession obstructs the insufficient amount of evidence that can pin him to the murders.

Our sad "houseguest" has moved from the desktop to near the doors. "Computer," she addresses me, "just tell me h—" She swallows back her tears before she finishes her query. "How many CatChat followers have I lost since I've been stuck in this dump?" I take offense.

"I can't do that, Miss Tarazi."

"It's probably best I don't know," she sighs. "Wait, does this computer get internet?" Miss Tarazi approaches the desktop and, much to my surprise, hacks her way through my encrypted security protocol. She owes it to her experience as a multihyphenate. Not only is she a businesswoman; she's also a makeup guru, a "bad *itch", and an overall genius. The show-off snatches up her purse, commands me to call a ride for her, and exits the lab. I may have neglected to inform her that we aren't in her time.

Unaware of this, Mr. Tarazi learns that Dr. Palmer's plan has triumphed. He relays the news to Captain Lance, Miss Sharpe, and Mr. Rory. Who knew Freddy Meyers could dance? Since he had a great time at prom, the youth wouldn't go on a killing spree. This verifies my suspicion: he wasn't the Prom Night Slasher. I overhear the group in 2004. Mr. Rory is yelling in pain. Is he... oh no, the killer's got him. Seconds later, I hear Miss Sharpe uttering, "Kathy Meyers?" Freddy Meyers' mother is the real Encore. Her goal behind the murders was eliminating his classmates who "wanted to take [her] Freddy away from [her]". Tiffany Harper became her primary target when she asked him to prom. The distinct grunts signal an ensuing fight. Kathy Meyers manages to overthrow Captain Lance with her powers. She prepares to annihilate Miss Sharpe.

However, she cries, "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Before you kill me, there's just something I don't understand, huh? How did you get here? Come on, every killer has a story. Why don't you tell me yours?" This is ScabCast's first exclusive. As it turns out, Freddy Meyers took the fall for his mother's killings to protect her. She contrariwise refuses to live without him. Kathy Meyers meant it literally because she had a fatal heart attack on the night of his execution. Her resurrection was a second chance for her to bring her son home "where he belongs". The actual murderer is distracted long enough for Captain Lance to make a move.

"Babe, it's happening," she attests.

"We're final girls," Miss Sharpe squeals with delight. Amid the excitement, I notify Mr. Tarazi of his sister's disappearance. He disembarks in time to stop 1989 Kathy Meyers from murdering anyone.

Upon returning, I treated the laceration on Miss Tarazi's arm. Mr. Tarazi checks in on her in the medbay. She has started to grasp what he does. He refutes her argument; their parents' treatment of him is based on worry. They still believe he spent five years in business school, while Miss Tarazi became a self-made millionaire when she was 19. He is also impressed that she could bypass my security system. She recounts how she did it, but he concludes it to be an effect of time travel. The siblings agree to be cordial since she has chosen to linger around.

"Hey, guys. We're still in 2004," the captain summons via the intercom. "Where the hell are you?" I fly Drs. Heywood and Palmer, Misses Darhk and Tarazi, and Mr. Tarazi to 2004 Central City. As everyone leaves for the reunion, I survey the new changes to the timeline. Kathy Meyers is serving life without parole in Iron Heights Penitentiary. A psychiatrist's report determines that her obsession with her son was caused by an untreated mental illness. Since we're on that topic, Freddy Meyers has survived the ordeal and married Tiffany Harper. Wonderful. I accessed one of the Legends' comms; Belinda Carlisle's "Heaven's A Place on Earth" is played at full volume. The song's lyrics are ridiculously carefree.

"I cannot believe I got to get an exclusive scoop for ScabCast," Miss Sharpe affirms, "and I got to be the final girl."

"Well, technically," Captain Lance recalls, "I never died, so."

"Well, technically, you've died more than three times, so just give me this one, babe."

The captain kisses her teeth. "You are my final girl." Her partner replies with a giggle. The other Legends are in a better mood themselves. Miss Darhk has a new outlook on her job. No one knows where Mr. Rory went after his revival, but his hypoxemic lips are a particular clue. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I have finally broken through the bar on the jumpship's travel logs. Its last known location is 2020 Northumberland County, United Kingdom. What Charlie is doing there remains a mystery.