Present Day

"So we decided to stick around to make sure that nothing was too impacted by our presence there as it already was," Lucy explained to Agent Christopher.

Denise nodded as she listened. "That was a smart decision."

Rufus asked, "I have to ask...is this something they teach in schools?"

Agent Christopher shook her head as she crossed her arms. "No but it is mentioned when you go through training for any government program..." she glanced between them. "It's well known that the FBI managed to discover and contain the threat as the spies infiltrated our shores..."

"Of course..." Rufus sighed. "It's always someone else taking credit."

Denise suppressed a smile. "Get yourselves cleaned up."

As the team went their separate ways, Rufus stopped next to Jiya and Mason. "Have you had any luck repairing the pen transmitter?"

Jiya shook her head. "It was pretty badly damaged after the Britannic," she started. "But we are making some progress on it. I've been tweaking with the schematics-"

"You've been doing what?" Mason interrupted her. His face seemed shocked to hear her admission. "Why is this the first that I am hearing about it?"

Jiya's face flushed red as she realized her excitement had gotten her into trouble. "Nothing too severe," she muttered.

"I want to look at what you've been doing with your tampering," Mason told her as he began to walk toward their workstation. Jiya shot Rufus a look of 'help me' before following Mason, like a child heading to the principal's office. Rufus shrugged at her helplessly as she left the room.

Rufus meandered down the hallway toward his room, ready to change clothes. As he rounded the corner, Flynn spotted him. He nodded to him as he tried to walk by.

Flynn asked, "Any luck on the transmitter?"

Rufus stopped to turn back around, facing Flynn. "Jiya said they're still working on it. Guess it got pretty beat up on the Britannic."

Flynn nodded aimlessly. He knew it had to be from the water that sloshed upon him and Tenley during Rufus's timely rescue back then. He sucked his teeth before saying, "Yeah, sorry about that."

Rufus shrugged. "Machines and water are bad bed-fellows."

Flynn watched as Rufus started to leave again. "How long before it's working again?"

Rufus halted his step, sighing. With a shrug, he confessed, "I don't know. Jiya's working on it. Mason wants to be in control...it's hard to say."

"Because," Flynn added, stopping the annoyed Rufus once more. "We could have really used it on this mission."

Rufus rolled his eyes before continuing toward his room. He didn't need to be lectured by Flynn over the transmitter. He knew how important it could have been on the mission - on any of their missions. He also guessed that Flynn was still frustrated by Tenley's disappearance.

Rufus entered his room and grabbed a change of clothes. He paused, thinking about whether he should help Jiya and Mason with the transmitter or not. He knew that Mason wouldn't appreciate more fingers in the pot.

His mind wandered back to the warnings that Future Jiya had given him. There were too many distractions caused by Rittenhouse and Bloodstone lately. He was trying to wrap his mind around how they were so far ahead of them when the memory of the journal that Mason kept locked up in his room came to him. He needed to get his hands on that journal.

She wanted me to read that book, Rufus kept telling himself as he quickly changed clothes. He started to work himself up for the task of sneaking into Mason's room to steal the book. He wanted answers - he needed answers. They all did.

Amy's eyes slowly opened to a brightly lit room. She blinked a few times, allowing herself a chance to adjust to the sudden brightness that filled her small room. She paused, trying to remember what had happened. She remembered helping Quinn into the Mothership and returning home but she didn't remember going to her room.

She sat up, throwing her legs over the side of her cot. Placing her elbows on her knees, she held her slightly achy head in her hands. She thought hard over the details but found herself struggling. Sighing, she sat up straight and noticed her left wrist was bandaged. She touched the gauze gently. She didn't remember getting injured. She sighed, shaking her head.

The door to her room creaked slowly open. Amy's eyes darted up to see Carol poking her head inside. When their eyes met, Carol pushed the door open fully, stepping into the room, with a soft smile on her lips. "You're awake."

"What happened?" Amy asked, fingers still caressing her bandaged wrist.

Carol crossed the room and stood before her, hands in her pant pockets. "You saved your sister." After a moment, she asked, "Don't you remember?"

"Can I see her?"

Carol shook her head sadly. "Unfortunately, that's a bit complicated-"

"Where is she?" Amy asked, voice growing shaky.

Carol sighed. "I promise I will explain everything when I can-"

"Where's Quinn then?" she interrupted.

Carol sighed. Her face showed a mix of emotions. "He was badly hurt during this mission-"

"Is he okay?" Amy asked, standing up, panic in her voice rising. "Where is he?"

Carol held her hands out to calm Amy. "He'll live but he's going to be in the infirmary for a while-"

"I want to see him-"

"Amy-"

"No!" Amy snapped. "I need to see him!"

Carol's hands fell back to her sides, shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine," she sighed. "But I have to warn you...it's not pretty."

Carol escorted Amy into the infirmary and into the small private room where Quinn rested. She gasped as she took in the headwrap that covered the majority of his face, sans his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

His dark eyes fluttered up to see her standing in the doorway. "Yer alright," he managed to say, sighing a breath of relief, his tense body posture relaxing significantly. "I was wondering."

Amy turned to Carol, voice low as she asked, "Mind giving me a minute?" Carol nodded, turning and heading down the hallway. Amy entered the small room and sat in the chair next to his bed. "What happened to you?" Quinn's eyes glistened, showcasing just how much pain he was in, despite his stoic front. Amy studied his face and asked, "When's the last time you got any pain meds?"

Quinn blinked at her with a slightly stunned expression. "I don't know," he admitted with a little scoff. "I've been in and out most of the day."

Amy's eyes narrowed on him as she thought for a moment. She stood up from her chair, reaching for his IV drip that hung behind his bed. She checked the label that was affixed to the outside, reading what they were giving him. Her eyes drifted down the plastic tubing and she realized that someone never opened up the release clamp. She rolled the clamp open and the IV drip started flowing.

She sat back down, holding his hand gently in between hers. "You should start to feel better in a couple of minutes."

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he steadied his breathing. "Thank ye."

She twisted her lips in thought for a moment before asking, "What happened?"

Quinn's eyes opened slowly. He turned toward her. A wave of emotions washed over him before he decided to answer. "We managed to get home in time."

"In time for what?"

"Ye were in danger-"

"What do you mean?" Amy asked, confusion written on her face. "In danger of what?"

Quinn blinked at her before turning his dark eyes back to the doorway of his room, almost expecting someone to walk through it. He whispered, "Yer not safe here." He turned back to her. "Ye can't trust any of 'em."

"What aren't you telling me, Quinn?"

His tongue darted out, briefly moistening his lips. "They're lying to ye, Amy. The pain ye felt on that mission?" She nodded, listening intently. He continued, "That only happens to those who go back to a time where they already exist."

Amy blinked a couple of times, face contorting in confusion. "I don't understand - I mean, why would they lie about that?"

"Because," he said, lowering his voice. "They're using ye."

Amy's eyes darted back and forth in thought, her mind racing with the possible reasons for why Carol would do such a thing. "So...Lucy..."

"She was in danger, yes," he began, knowing where her thoughts were heading. "Ye saved her...from them."

"Who's them?" she pushed.

"Rittenhouse," his voice was barely a whisper. Concern remained on his face, clear as day, eyes darting back to the door - almost in fear that someone was listening.

Amy tilted her head at him. "Rittenhouse? Like the park in Pennsylvania?"

He smirked slightly. His voice dropped even lower as he admitted, "There's an uprising in the works."

She shook her head slightly. "Uprising?"

"There's a war coming, Amy," he whispered. "Rittenhouse has to pay for what they're doing."

"What are they doing?" she asked. "I don't understand-"

He cleared his throat, leaning back into his bed. "Ah...I can feel the meds working." His body began to relax noticeably.

Amy studied his calm face a moment. "What will happen to you, Quinn? What will they do to you?"

He smiled, opening his eyes to gaze back at her. "Ye worried more about me than yerself."

"You're deflecting," she told him sternly as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

He lifted his chin in her direction, eyes lingering on her bandaged wrist. "What happened to ye?"

Her brows knitted together. "It didn't happen on our mission?"

The sudden shift of emotion in his eyes told her that something was very wrong. He opened his mouth to speak but never had the chance. Carol cleared her throat as she entered his room.

Amy glanced over her shoulder as Carol said, "Amy, we have to go now."

Amy tore her eyes away from Carol and back to Quinn. His eyes remained locked on Carol, his features were hard. She could see the anger and hatred behind his dark eyes. She whispered, "I'll come back to check on you."

He gave her a small nod to let her know that he heard her but he remained silent, eyes fully trained on Carol.

Amy stood up and followed Carol out of the infirmary and back the way they came. Amy chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before clearing her throat. "What happened to my wrist?"

Carol's eyes drifted down to the bandaged wrist before admitting, "You were hurt when you returned from your mission. We fixed you up. Don't you remember?"

Amy kept quiet as she followed Carol down the halls of the building they were housed inside. She realized that Quinn told her the truth. She couldn't trust them, especially if they were lying to her regarding her injury.

Amy didn't have a chance to dwell on the matter as Carol brought her back to the large room that held the Mothership. Her eyes darted about the group of two, plus Emma standing before it waiting.

"What's going on?" Amy asked, eyes lingering on the three people staring back at her, even longer on Emma who sneered at her.

Carol turned to her. "I need you to go with them on this mission."

"What mission?" she asked. "Why me? I don't think I'm quite ready to - "

Carol offered a warm, comforting smile as she gently grasped Amy by the shoulders. "I know you're scared and confused," she started. "But we need your help on this one."

"Help with what?" Amy asked. "Does this have anything to do with where Lucy is?"

Carol's head dropped to her chest slightly as she sighed. "Look...I wanted to tell you when you were a bit better-"

"I am not going on any more of your missions until I know what happened to my sister!" Amy demanded, pulling away from Carol. "You sent me back there to save her! I think I deserve to know the truth!"

Carol turned to the others and held a hand out, silently asking them to give her a minute. She motioned off to the side and Amy followed her. Carol warned, "This might upset you - which is why I wanted to wait." She pulled a folder off of the bookshelf nearby. She dropped it onto a nearby table and flipped it open. She removed a photo, turning it around to show Amy. "But you're so stubborn, much like your sister...This is Lucy now."

Amy looked at the picture. Lucy was dressed professionally in a green blouse and black blazer, standing before a classroom of people, lecturing. She seemed happy.

Carol pulled another picture from her folder and passed it over. "These people," she started. "Took your sister from us."

Amy's eyes drifted over the image of the others Carol had passed over. There was a serious-looking woman of Indian descent with dark hair, brushed straight, wearing a pantsuit. She was speaking to a couple of other men in suits. "Who is this?"

"She's from Homeland Security," Carol stated simply as she slid another image over. "This man is Connor Mason. He built the machine that we're using. He used to be a part of our group, but Homeland Security turned him against us." She pointed to another image she slid over with two people in the center. One was an African-American man with a goatee, wearing a gray hoodie and he was holding hands with a Lebanese woman with long beautiful black curls and bright wide dark eyes, both holding coffee cups from some local shop. "Those are some of Connor Mason's engineers, Rufus and Jiya."

Amy shook her head, opening her mouth to ask another question when Carol pushed another picture forward. This one had two men with guns drawn. Their clothes were uniforms that Amy didn't know the origins of. The shorter man had short blond hair and piercing blue eyes, while the taller man had darker features, both sported chiseled jaws and intense stares. "These two are Wyatt and Garcia. They are very dangerous men..."

Amy found herself unable to tear her eyes off of the images before her, even though her head was swimming. For whatever reason, she felt a sense of familiarity with them, almost like she knew them personally. Carol stated, "They ripped your sister from our grasp. We don't know if she is still alive or not-"

"How did this happen?" Amy interrupted mouth agape. "What do they want with her?" She shook her head slightly, trying to make sense of the information she was given.

"She's one of us," Carol explained. "She's Rittenhouse royalty - like you," she added quickly. "They understand her importance to our cause." Carol walked around the table, pulling Amy into an embrace. "It's why we need you to go on these missions. If Lucy is there, you're the only one she'll listen to - the only one she knows. You can bring her home, Amy."

Amy pulled away to look Carol in the dead in the eye. "What am I supposed to do? I'm not a fighter-"

"You were once," Carol reassured her. "You will be again, I'm sure. But as the saying goes, 'if you fall off the horse, you need to get back on it again'." She released her hold on Amy and added, "And right now, we need you to get back in that time machine and help us with our next phase."

Amy blinked at her, head spinning with all of the new information and expectations of what they wanted from her. "Help with what?"

"They'll fill you in once you get there." Carol walked back to the table and started putting the images back into the folder. "I hope you still like trains."

Rufus tiptoed stealthily down the empty hallways toward Mason's room. He was determined to slip into the man's room and find that journal that Future Him had given to the team - the same one that Future Jiya ordered him to read.

As he poked his head around the corner, silently humming the Mission Impossible theme in his mind, to see if anyone was awake, the bunker alarms blared, waking everyone up. Rufus scoffed, leaning his forehead against the wall. "Really?"

The doors to the rooms opened and the team started to shuffle out into the halls. Rufus spotted Lucy and Wyatt exiting together, appearances disheveled. Wyatt's hair splayed out in random directions and his face seemed flushed, a tint of red lipstick smeared on his mouth. When Rufus's eyes bounced over to Lucy, he noticed that she was using her fingers as a comb as she smoothed her black locks out. Her face was also flushed and her lips were pink and puffy, slight lipstick smear in the corners. Rufus would have laughed at the sight of them had he not been frustrated at his own failed personal mission.

The group gathered in the main living area as Jiya turned to face them. She announced, "Jersey City, New Jersey. 1864."

Lucy's head tilted in thought. "I...am not sure..."

"I'll tell Agent Christopher where you're heading," Jiya told them. "Be safe, okay?" Her eyes were on Rufus as she spoke the last part. She meant it for everyone but she could sense something wasn't quite right with Rufus.

The team nodded as they approached the Lifeboat. Rufus felt Jiya pull at his arm. He glanced over at her and she kissed him, whispering, "I love you."

He smiled at her before turning and climbing in the Lifeboat behind the others.

Jiya and Mason watched from a safe distance as the machine whirred to life before disappearing within time and space. The blast of cold air whipped around them, leaving the two alone in the bunker.