You lay in your bed when you got back, closing your eyes and letting yourself doze off after eating as much food as you could hold and chugging three cups of water. You had barely been there two hours when Luther burst into your room.

"Hello, privacy," you grumbled, sitting up and curling your knees up to your chest protectively. "Knock next time."

"There won't be a next time if we don't do something fast," Luther said menacingly.

"Oh, good," you said. "There's one problem solved." You reclined again, pulling a pillow over your head.

"The world is ending in three days, Eight. And taking everyone, including Five, with it."

The words were probably meant to be frightening, but you just sighed.

"Hmm. I thought we had two days left, to be honest. Was it really only five days ago that he told me that?"

"Living room, Eight. Now."

You groaned, chucking the pillow at his retreating form.

"Fine, you overgrown rat!" you shouted after him, stumbling to your feet and tearing a brush through your hair hastily.

When you walked into the living room a few minutes later, Allison was handing Luther a cup of coffee.

"Three days?" your sister asked, shocked.

"That's what Five said."

"The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it, he just left out the part about how soon," Klaus muttered as Allison finished handing out the cups, smiling as she passed you one. You smiled back, warming your hands on the steaming cup.

"But can we trust him? I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little..." She waved her finger in a circle next to her head, whistling as she did so.

"Our little psycho," Klaus said with a grin, bringing the coffee to his lips.

"In case you forgot, Five was stuck by himself all alone for 30 years," you said, settling down on the couch and placing your cup on the table. "So yeah, maybe he's not completely normal. Of course we should trust him! Come on, guys." You let out an annoyed sigh, rubbing your forehead.

"My bad," Klaus said, waving his hand in the air apologetically. "He's Eight's little psycho."

"Klaus," you hissed, your face growing hot. Diego choked on his coffee, making a horrible attempt at hiding his laughter, and Allison turned away, her shoulders shaking.

"He was pretty convincing," Luther said, breezing right past the topic change. "If he wasn't trying to stop the apocalypse, those two lunatics wouldn't be chasing him."

"That's why they were after him?" Diego asked urgently, and you noticed that his arm was in a sling. Oddly enough, you actually felt a pang of pity for him.

"Yeah," Luther said softly, looking at the ground.

"What did Five even see?" Allison asked, leaning closer to him.

"Uhh... apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible." He stopped speaking, and you narrowed your eyes at him. He glanced around awkwardly before standing back up. "Ok, so here's the plan. We go through Dad's research-"

"Wait, what?"

"Hold on, hold on."

"Take a step back," you said, standing up.

"Wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick," Klaus said, waving his hand in the air again. "What actually happened the first time around?"

"Yeah, what are you not telling us?"Diego accused. "Come on, big boy, spit it out."

Luther's eyes shifted around the room, landing on each one of you before he looked down at his coffee and whispered something.

"We died."

"What was that?" Allison asked as he took another sip.

"Talk louder," you said, gripping the arm of the couch as you slowly sat back down.

He cleared his throat.

"I said, uh, we died." This time, he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, and you sank back into the cushion. Of course, you had known it would happen - obviously, you weren't going to survive if the world ended - but hearing it said out loud somehow made it worse. Your meal from earlier swirled in your stomach, and you felt like you were going to be sick.

Everyone glanced around at each other with wide eyes, when suddenly an umbrella jumped out of its rack, unfurling and making Klaus shriek.

"Just now you're telling me this?" Diego burst as everyone gathered closer to Luther at the bar. You took a hesitant sip of your coffee before sitting next to Allison.

"Listen-" Luther started, but Diego interrupted him.

"No, we need to figure this out."

"Is it just us?" Allison asked, but you knew what the answer would be before it even came out of Luther's mouth.

"No, it's everybody."

"In the house? Or the whole... planet?"

"No, no, no, outside the house," Luther said, but you began shaking your head.

"What about..." you hesitated awkwardly. "That girl Five was always talking about. Delores."

Luther and Diego exchanged a dubious look.

"You still don't know?" Luther asked, and you felt like slapping him.

"Know what? Come on, tell me," you said impatiently.

"Delores is a mannequin," Klaus said when Luther just sat there, frowning. "I thought everyone knew this by now."

"Wow." It seemed to be the only word you could get out of your mouth. This whole time, the apparent love of Five's life had been a doll. You almost laughed, but you were too annoyed. Five couldn't take the liberty to tell you himself? And honestly, maybe this was worse. Five had fallen in love with a... mannequin. This time you actually did laugh.

Thankfully, Vanya interrupted before anyone noticed.

"Hey," she said quietly, walking into the living room, followed by a man - probably her boyfriend.

"Hmm?" Allison asked as you stood up.

"Hey, Vanya," you said, walking over to give her a hug. You hadn't seen her since the night you went to her house. It had probably been rude to leave without saying thank you.

After pulling out of the embrace, awkwardness ensued. You quietly returned to your seat by the others, but Vanya remained where she stood.

"What's going on?" she finally asked, and the others looked around at each other before Allison spoke.

"It's a... family matter."

"A family matter." Vanya's voice was quiet, but somehow managed to convey under-the-surface anger. "So of course you couldn't bother to include me."

"No, it's not like that, we were-" Luther was quickly cut off, and you glanced at Klaus out of the corner of your eye. He returned the look, grimacing, and you sighed.

"Don't let me interrupt," Vanya said, turning to leave with the man.

"Wait, Vanya!" you called, hurrying after her alongside Allison.

"I'll fill you in later when we're alone," Allison promised, but when Vanya turned to face her, she was determined.

"Please, please, don't bother. And I won't either." She shook her head, her expression resigned.

"Vanya, that's not fair," Allison began.

"Fair?" Vanya spit. "There's nothing fair about being your sister. Ask Eight, who's been asleep for 16 years because of you!" A heavy silence settled over the room, and you shrank backward, biting the inside of your cheek. "I have been left out of anything for as long as I can remember. And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but now he's dead." She looked over at the three boys. "So it turns out, you're the assholes." Her boyfriend stared at all of you for a moment before following her as she moved toward the door.

"Ouch," Klaus muttered, and you groaned, beginning to walk after her.

"There isn't time," Luther protested, and you hesitated. "We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse."

You turned to face him, growing frustrated.

"You know what? Screw the apocalypse. If I only have three days, I'm going to spend it with the people I care about. And Vanya is one of those people." You bit your lip, feeling slightly guilty when Luther looked hurt. "But... if you guys want to figure out how to fix all of this, go ahead. I'll be back soon. I mean, you have all the time in the world." You couldn't help but add the joke in as you turned to leave, and sure enough, Luther's voice started up again as soon as you were out of the room.

"Vanya!" you called after her when you made it outside, but she was nowhere in sight. All along the road, the light posts were bent inward, like a giant hand had molded them into a new shape. "Vanya?"

You frowned, slowly backing into the house once more.

When you made it back into the living room, Klaus was speaking.

"I mean, we all died fighting this thing the first time around, remember?"

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point," Diego admitted. "What gives us a win this time?"

"Five. Last time we didn't have him."

You laughed bitterly, stepping forward.

"And where is he now? Oh, right - none of you care. I'm beginning to realize why Vanya didn't want to stick around."

"He had a plan to change the timeline," Luther insisted, standing up. "He'll be back soon, all right?"

"You don't know that," you mumbled, but sat down once again.

"I'm going after Hazel and Cha-Cha," Diego said, and you rubbed your forehead.

He was definitely dead - especially with his arm in a sling.

"Wait - right now?" Luther asked, scowling.

"Hell yeah. Three days. I'm losing light by the minute." He began to walk away.

"Wait, Diego. Look, I know you wanna avenge your friend, but we've got a bigger problem here."

"She wasn't just some friend, Luther," Diego burst, turning back around. "If I'm gonna did, I need to know I killed those bastards first."

You tuned him out, turning to look at Klaus, who was doubled over on the bench.

"Klaus?" you asked worriedly as he spoke to the air. 

Ben, you realized.

Klaus stood up and began to walk off, and you decided to leave him alone. He probably needed time to himself. Luther, however, had other plans.

"Klaus. Klaus. Klaus!"

"Yeah! Sorry," Klaus exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and spinning back around. Diego was gone now, and you felt a sense of resignation settle in. You glanced at the alcohol warily - you hadn't ever drank before, not even in your "dream". What would it be like? Everyone said it washed all of your worries away...

"I can't believe it," Luther breathed, and you turned back to see him looking at you and Allison. "It's just us."

Allison turned around slowly, and Luther sighed.

"Oh, please, not you too."

"I have to book a flight back to L.A.," Allison said apologetically, and you tipped the last of your coffee back, making a face. "If this happens, I have to be with my daughter, custody be damned. And you said it yourself... we need the full force of the academy to even stand a chance." She paused, and you began to inch your way toward the stairs. "I'm sorry, Luther."

"I'll help you pack," you offered quickly, following her to her room.

When you made it, she began quickly placing her clothes in a suitcase, and you perched on the edge of the bed, looking around.

"So, umm... you have a daughter?" you asked, fiddling with your sleeve.

Allison glanced up, startled.

"You didn't know?"

You shook your head.

"Well, I... sort of did," you hedged, not wanting to reveal the full story. "But I didn't know know." You swallowed hard. "What's her name?"

Allison took a deep breath, smiling softly.

"Her name is Claire. And... my ex-husband, Patrick, filed for divorce when..." She hesitated, tears building in her eyes.

"You don't have to tell me," you said quickly, standing up and backing toward the door. "I can just go."

"No, it's... it's all right," she whispered, swiping at her eyes. "You should know. I... would rumor her into falling asleep whenever she didn't want to go to bed. Or... rumor her into calming down when she threw a tantrum." She shook her head, closing her eyes briefly. "Patrick caught me one night. Filed for divorce, and gained custody of our daughter." She took a shaky breath before continuing. "I would do anything to go back in time, fix what I've done. If I had the chance, I would never..." She trailed off, and you wrapped your arms around her, letting her cry quietly while you patted her back.

"It's ok," you said softly when you pulled away. "I mean, I'm not a mother, but I know this has to be hard. You should get back to Claire."

Allison smiled sadly at you, teardrops glistening on her eyelashes.

"I'll miss you, Eight. And I'm sorry for what I did."

"I forgive you," you promised, backing into the hallway. "I hope you have a good final three days."

As you left, you could have sworn you heard her speak a final ominous sentence.

"There's things I've done to you that you don't even know."