Flynn found the team back inside the church. The young boy from the river sat by the iron stove for warmth, the wool blanket still draped around his small frame. The old priest passed him a mug of hot tea before lifting his gaze up to the approaching Flynn.

Lucy's eyes lingered on the man as he crossed the room toward them. She could see it on his posture and expression that something horrible had happened. She asked, "What's wrong?"

Flynn's eyes remained locked with the young boy sitting by the hot fire. He feared answering the question - not because of the answer he'd give but because of what he wanted to suggest they do.

Lucy saw the confliction on his face. She glanced at Rufus and Wyatt, motioning for them to join her as she approached Flynn. When they clustered together, she whispered, "What's going on?"

Flynn couldn't tear his eyes away from the child. "That boy is Hitler."

The team whirled around, glancing at the boy in stunned silence. Rufus stammered, "Hitler? As in the Hitler?" Flynn nodded glumly. Rufus groaned. "You mean, I gave Hitler mouth-to-mouth? I saved his life?!"

Lucy shushed him, hoping it wasn't too late. She didn't want the boy to know they were speaking about him. Her dark eyes darted behind them at the boy who seemed blissfully unaware of their conversation. She turned back to the team. "So, what do we do?"

Wyatt shook his head, readjusting the blanket around his shoulders. "We can't let him live, right?"

"What?" Lucy gasped.

Wyatt glared at her. "You can't be serious." When he saw her 'we can't destroy history' look that she gave frequently, he added, "You can't seriously be okay with letting that monster live after you know full well what he's capable of doing-"

"Maybe he won't-"

Flynn interrupted her. "Just like Rittenhouse all over again." He pinched the bridge to his nose as he recalled the day he tried to stop Rittenhouse before it began and Lucy put herself between the boy and his gun.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "We're talking about murdering an innocent child-"

"Hardly innocent," Wyatt remarked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lucy turned her gaze back to Flynn. "Imagine if he were Iris...could you really do that to someone's child? Give them the same kind of pain you went through?"

Flynn clenched his fists as his heated gaze turned to her. "Iris wasn't a notorious monster!"

Rufus glanced between the two, feeling the tension rising fast. He cleared his throat. "Do you think Emma was sent here to kill this kid?"

Lucy sighed heavily, thinking over the details. "Huh."

"What does that mean?" Rufus asked. "What's 'huh'?"

Lucy glanced about the group. "There was a brief mention of something like this in history books...about a priest rescuing a boy from the river and the boy turned out to be Hitler but it was always sort of rumor...The people of Passau claimed it to be true for years after the war - "

Wyatt pulled the blanket tighter around him. "Maybe we should have listened to Emma-"

"You can't be serious," Rufus muttered.

Wyatt blinked at him. "What is with you guys? We know what horrible things he ends up doing-"

"We're talking in circles," Flynn complained. He shook his head. "If we are going to let him live, then why are we still here?"

Lucy lowered her head slightly as she mulled over their options. She knew the horrors this boy would do if history continued on the way it was intended. She knew how many lives would be lost in the years to come. She felt conflicted as she thought over what to do. There was a power in time travel - this being one of them.

After a moment, she lifted her eyes to meet those staring back at her. She sighed, feeling outnumbered and bullied. All she could do was shrug.

Rufus could see how much this weighed on her. He rubbed the back of his neck. "She's right," he said with a sigh. "We're better than this. If we kill him, we're no better than Rittenhouse or..." he glanced over his shoulder at the boy. "Him."

Wyatt gritted his teeth. "I think this is a mistake."

Rufus shook his head. "If we kill him, your grandfather will never serve in the 101st," he began. "And then you won't join the military to make him proud." Wyatt blinked at Rufus, the words reaching his mind. Rufus added, "And that alone could mess with the timeline to a point where it could be even more catastrophic than what you want to do here now."

Wyatt scoffed. "When did you become a history guardian?"

Lucy smiled at Rufus, thankful that someone had the sense to speak the truth for once. Rufus had caught her gaze and returned the small smile. It was clear that he didn't agree with the decision.

Flynn growled. "Then we best get out of here."

Lucy nodded, turning to look at the priest and the boy. She hoped that by Rufus being the one to save Hitler, he wouldn't do what he was known for. She also understood that some things did exactly as destiny fated people to do. That was the case in regards to Rittenhouse.

The team bid goodbye to the old priest and the young Hitler. They began making their way across the empty church towards the big wooden doors. As they neared the doors, they heard the priest begging for peace.

Whirling around, the team spotted the two Rittenhouse agents from before. Wyatt pulled his gun from his holster, opening fire upon them. Lucy and Rufus dove for cover as Flynn followed Wyatt's lead.

The two men hunkered behind the pews for cover as they returned fire. The Rittenhouse agents fired off a few rounds before fleeing back into the priests' entrance.

Flynn bolted to his feet, rushing after them. Wyatt called after him, "Flynn!" He gave chase, trying to catch up. Flynn disappeared into the side room.

Wyatt rushed in, aiming his gun before him, carefully scanning his surroundings. "Flynn?" he called out. He didn't want to announce his location to the Rittenhouse agents, but he also didn't want to be shot by Flynn by mistake.

The back rooms of the church were quiet, only adding to the growing tension. Wyatt inched his way down the hall, hoping to spot some kind of sign of the others. His heart slammed into his chest, pounding in his ears. He struggled to hear anything else.

A scuffling from behind him alerted him to a sudden presence. He whirled around, his gun aimed before him. He saw the dark figure looming in the doorway. His brain processed the image just a moment too slow as his finger pulled the trigger. The shot went off, echoing loudly in the back hallway. Then he saw the face of the figure.

Wyatt's jaw fell open, heart-stopping in his chest. His ears were ringing from the shot and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes watched as if in slow motion, the small body of the boy he had rescued from the river, slumped onto the old stone floor, blood pooling out from his chest, staining the clothes and creating a river of blood underneath him.

The shot brought every member of the Time Team, and even the priest, into the hall to check things out. When they spotted the dead boy on the floor, the priest immediately shouted at Wyatt, cursing him for bringing this pain and torment to the boy's mother. Wyatt wanted to apologize but he couldn't form the words.

Lucy and Rufus stared at the body, blinking up at Wyatt. It was clear in their expressions how confused they were about what had happened. Footsteps behind Wyatt echoed on the stones. He glanced over his shoulder to see Flynn rejoining them.

Flynn's brows knitted together as he stared at the scene before him. He glanced back at Wyatt. "What happened?"

Rufus quipped, "Wyatt just shot Hitler."

"I can see that," Flynn remarked, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. He turned back to Wyatt. "What happened?"

"I-I don't know..." Wyatt finally managed to say. The pain and guilt wore on him. He blinked, trying to think up a reason for what took place. His brain simply wasn't processing the details.

Flynn gritted his teeth. He could see the conflict in Wyatt's expression and knew that whatever had happened, it wasn't intentional. He said, "Rittenhouse is gone. I chased them as far as I could before they disappeared."

"So..." Lucy asked, glancing up at them. "What do we do now?"

Present Day

Amy found herself growing anxious as she waited for the crew to return from their mission. Finally unable to take it any longer, she decided to head to the infirmary and see how Quinn was doing. The last time she had stopped by, he was asleep.

Rounding the corner into his room, Amy spotted the doctor in charge tending to Quinn's needs. The doctor lifted his gaze as she entered. He didn't smile or acknowledge her. Amy could have sworn she had spotted the faint sneer on his face.

Amy waited patiently as the doctor continued working. She watched him carefully as he finished checking Quinn's bandages and IV ports. When the doctor left, he brushed by her aggressively as he exited the room.

She turned and watched as the doctor continued down the hallway without ever apologizing to her. Her brow knitted together as she wondered what his deal was.

"Ye came to check up on me?" Quinn's voice said behind her.

She turned to look at him, a smile on her face. "Of course." She padded over to the chair next to his bed and sat down. "How are you feeling?"

Quinn nodded slightly. "Better now that ye've come to see me." He watched her for a moment before asking, "I hear that Rowan's been training with ye. How's that going? Has he been a good teacher for ye?"

She nodded with a smile. "He's been good to me."

"He better be," Quinn joked. "Otherwise, I'll have to kick his arse."

Quinn winked at her to let her know he was kidding. Amy giggled at his remark but then a seriousness washed over her as her mind reminded her of the memories that came to her during the last sparring lesson - memories of Flynn.

Quinn studied her for a moment, his smile disappearing from his face. "What's going on in that head of yers?"

She blinked, lifting her eyes to meet his. "What do you mean?"

His eyes narrowed at her suspiciously. "What aren't ye telling me?" When her expression faltered, he cleared his throat. "What's Rowan doing?"

She blinked at him. "He's on a mission."

Quinn's expression darkened. She had only ever seen him get this way one other time - when he was attacked and told her that she was in danger back when they pulled her sister from the river.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

As he opened his mouth to answer, the alarms in the building sounded briefly, letting everyone know that the Mothership had returned. A knock landed on the doorframe to Quinn's room. Both of them turned to see Carol poking her head inside.

"Amy? They are back," she stated, avoiding looking at Quinn. "I'd like you to come with me."

Amy's eyes bounced between her mother and the angry gaze of Quinn. She slowly stood up, keeping her eyes on Quinn. "I'll come to see you again in a little bit, okay?"

He never tore his eyes off of Carol but nodded that he heard Amy.

Amy exited the room, walking next to Carol as they made their way down the hall to the Mothership. Carol asked, "Is everything all right?"

"I think so," Amy replied. She couldn't bring herself to tell her mother that she felt her behavior was unusual. She simply didn't trust her anymore.

Carol kept her eyes on the path before her. "I don't want you to spend any more time with Quinn-"

"What?" Amy gasped, turning to her mother, brows furrowed. "Why not?"

"I'm worried he might be trying to turn you against me," Carol stated, stopping them in the hallway. "And we've worked so hard to make it this far."

"But-"

Carol held up her hand. "I'm not in the mood to fight you on this," she said, continuing to walk. Amy followed her. "I'd like you to just listen to me for once in your life."

"That's unfair," Amy retorted. "I barely remember-"

Carol interrupted Amy as they entered the main room where the Mothership and gathered crew stood. "What happened?"

"It would have gone smoothly had it not been for the others," Emma remarked. Her green eyes bounced between Carol and Amy, clearly able to see the tension between the two. When her eyes landed on Amy, she smirked.

Carol asked, "What happened?"

Emma shrugged. "We took out the priest wannabe but they still managed to save the little brat anyway."

Carol's brows knitted together. "So it was a failure?"

Amy's eyes drifted over to Rowan. He turned his stormy blue eyes over to meet her gaze. His expression told her that something had happened and he needed to talk to her. He broke their connection to turn his attention back to Carol.

Emma tossed her hands out to the side. "You tell me. What does history say?"

"You don't need to get testy, Emma," Carol began.

Emma scoffed. "Until you allow me to take out Princess Lucy and the rest of them, we're going to continue running into this wall-"

Amy gasped, mouth agape as she listened to Emma's request to murder her sister. No one seemed to notice her reaction.

Emma finally sighed, marching out of the room. Carol turned her gaze to Rowan. "What happened?"

Rowan tilted his head slightly as he stated, "She tried talking to them while we were there."

"Really?" Carol asked, almost stunned. "Why would she do that?"

He shrugged. "I don't know why she was talking to them but I don't trust her."

Carol's lips twisted together as she thought over the details. "Thank you, Rowan. Get some rest while you can." She pinched the bridge to her nose, almost as if she had a headache.

Rowan made his way toward Amy and the exit. He wrapped his hand around her upper arm, tugging her gently out of the room with him. She didn't put up a fight. In fact, she knew she'd be in better care with him than her mother.

As they walked down the hallway together in silence, Amy glanced up at Rowan. He had something weighing on his mind as he led her toward his room.

He never took his hand off of her until they reached his room. He opened the door and guided her inside. He glanced about the empty hallway before following her. He closed the door behind him and turned to face her. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You just got back-"

"No-no, something happened here," he said. "I can see it on yer face."

Amy blinked at him. Her mind raced to figure out what to tell him. As she stared up at him, her shoulders slumped forward, giving in to his request. With a defeated sigh, she admitted, "Carol told me to stay away from Quinn."

Rowan's brows knitted together. "Why?"

"She thinks he's going to destroy everything you guys have been working towards," she told him. "And she thinks he's going to turn me against her." She studied his reaction before braving the question, "What does she mean by that, Rowan?"

Rowan shook his head. "She doesn't know what she's talking about," he explained. He watched Amy's expression shift into one that was questioning him. He ran a hand through his hair before admitting, "I'll tell ye a little but Amy, I can't tell ye everything - for yer safety."

She nodded, keeping her eyes locked with his. He motioned for her to sit down on his bed as he placed his hands on his hips. She sat down and waited.

With a sigh, he began, "There are members of Rittenhouse that are a danger to the cause - so much so that they are willing to deviate from the original plan-"

"What's the original plan?"

"Ye know I can't tell ye that," he said, an eyebrow raised. He shifted his weight to the other foot and continued, "I will tell ye this: ye are safer with Quinn or me. Don't let anyone else tell ye differently."

She held his stare. "I know."

Rowan's worried expression softened as his posture relaxed. "Amy," he whispered, padding across the room to sit next to her. He turned his body to look her in the eye. "I don't know what will happen in the days to come but I promise ye, I will help ye get to the place ye're meant to be."

She gave him a half-smile, touching his cheek with her hand. "I know, Rowan...I just wish you could tell me more-"

He cradled her hand with his, almost holding it against his scruffy cheek. "I wish ye didn't have to worry-"

"Look," she interrupted. "We can sit here all night and talk about how much we wish for certain things...but I still don't know what happened to me and why I shouldn't trust my own mother-"

He nodded, pulling her hand from his face. "I know it's a lot to deal with...but ye have to trust yer gut...and keep trusting me. I'll tell ye everything in good and perfect time."

She nodded, pulling her hand away from him and resting it in her lap. Her eyes lingered on her wrist, taking in the small scar that now lined her wrist - a physical reminder that she couldn't trust anyone around her. She sighed, telling herself another wish.

She wished she could remember everything and seek revenge against those that did her wrong. Deep down, she began to suspect that Rittenhouse might be to blame and she started to panic at the idea of taking down an entire organization - potentially by herself.