ON APRIL THE 1ST, 2019, THE EARTH WAS DESTROYED IN A CATACLYSMIC EVENT. Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes. Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very siblings who brought it on.

"Ah!" Klaus and Ben yelled as they fell from the sky, landing on the cement ground of an alleyway.

"That was—" Klaus started.

"Exhilarating," finished Ben as he sat up from the ground. "Where's Five?" Ben looked around.

"Huh?" Klaus asked as he then noticed that he didn't see any of his siblings. He looked up to the sky to notice a familiar blue, pulsing vortex above. "Five! Diego! Allison!" he waved his arms and wailed as the vortex vanished away with a loud zapping sound.

Ben looked around. "Where is everybody?"

"Oh, they're gone. They're gone, like a fart in the wind. Poof," Klaus made a poofing motion with his hands as him and Ben exited the alleyway. "Just me and you again. Great."

"I think the question is, "When are we?" " Ben spoke as Klaus moved towards someone who was walking on the sidewalk.

"Hey! Hey! Excuse me. Sorry to bother you," Klaus stopped a lady. "Could you tell me what year this is, or what day?" she rolled her eyes and walked on. "Rude."

"Klaus! Get over here," Ben called as he was near a trashcan. Klaus moved over and picked up a newspaper article that Ben motioned to. "Look."

"Yeah, I mean, he's pretty my type," Klaus spoke about the man on the cover that was John F. Kennedy. "but I'd have to see him from the shoulders down."

"The date, you idiot," Ben glared.

"Oh, yeah," Klaus placed his finger at the top of the paper to read, " "February 11, 1960"? 1960." Ben and Klaus looked at each other with confused and then realizing looks.

"Shit," They both spoke.

"Uh, guys." Turning around, they noticed Mace who gave a terrified, confused look. "Where's Elli?"

Klaus and Ben looked at each other again.

"Oh, no."