They landed in the middle of a busy street, and when Youngblood heard the passersby speaking in Australian accents, he knew that they had made it to the right place. He looked around at all of the skyscrapers, once again in awe of his surroundings. He might have even enjoyed being in Sydney if he didn't know what was going to happen next.

Figment glanced at his watch. "Looks like I jumped five hours in the future," he said. "That's actually not bad, but we're going to need to move fast if we're going to stop the crash."

"And how are we going to do that exactly?" Revenge asked.

"We're going to split up," Figment said. "Youngblood, Revenge, Pepper, and Poison, you guys are going to find the bus, and you're going to make sure that it doesn't crash into Frank's van. Alien and Crash, you two are coming with me. We're going to keep Frank and his bandmates safe."

Youngblood knew that he couldn't let himself get separated from Figment. He couldn't stop him from dying if they were nowhere near each other, but maybe that was why Figment was telling them to split up in the first place. "Hey Figment, could Alien and I trade jobs?" he asked.

"I don't see a problem with that," Alien said.

"No, that's not happening," Figment said.

"Please, Figment?" Youngblood said.

"No," Figment said again. He turned to the four youngest Gerards and said, "The license plate number is HG42FR. I want you to find that bus and make sure that it stays far, far away from the Twitter headquarters, because that's where Frank Iero and the Patience are playing. Do you understand?"

"What's a Twitter?" Youngblood asked, but nobody answered his question.

"Yes, we've got it," Poison said to Figment. "Come on guys. Let's go save Frank."

Poison ran down the street, and Revenge and Pepper followed him. "Youngblood, what are you doing?" Revenge shouted when he didn't follow the other Gerards right away.

"Yeah, Youngblood!" Pepper exclaimed. "Come on!"

Youngblood reluctantly followed the others. There was no getting out of this one. He would just have to come up with a way to stop Figment from a distance.

As they wandered down the street, the Gerards chatted amongst themselves. "We should have a dance party after this is over," Poison suggested.

"I just want to go home after this is over," Pepper said. "I still have a date with Frank tonight, and I wouldn't mind taking a nap before that..."

"You guys are so boring," Revenge said. "We should time travel to Frank's birthday and throw him a party. He deserves it."

"You're right," Pepper said. "He does."

"What if this doesn't work?" Youngblood asked. "What if everything goes horribly wrong?"

"It won't," Pepper reassured him. "Figment knows what he's doing."

"I'm not so sure about that," Youngblood said.

"Figment's you. He's all of us, really," Pepper said. "You don't trust yourself?"

"No, I don't think I do."

There was an awkward silence, and then Poison asked, "What was the license plate number again? HT42FR?"

"HG42FR," Revenge corrected him.

"You seriously don't remember?" Pepper said. "Figment just said it."

"I was too busy coming up with new Killjoy slang to listen to him," Poison said.

Revenge and Pepper groaned. "Seriously?" Pepper said. "You're going to get us all killed."

"You're going to get Frank killed, which is even worse," Revenge said.

"Yeah, but there's this giant road running through the Zones, and I think we should call it the Getaway Mile, and maybe we could mention that on some character account on Twitter with no context whatsoever..."

"Seriously, what's a Twitter?" Youngblood asked. "I really want to know."

"Never mind," Poison said.

Meanwhile, Pepper actually looked for the bus, and Revenge randomly wandered into a graveyard. "Revenge!" Poison shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Reckoning with the fleeting nature of existence," Revenge said.

"You can do that later," Poison said. "We need to save Frank now."

"Says the guy who can't even remember the license plate number of the bus that's supposedly going to kill Frank."

The four of them walked past a bus stop, and all of a sudden, a giant bus pulled over at the stop and opened its doors. As passengers got on and off, the Gerards ran to the back of the bus to check its license plate. "HG42FR," Revenge read. "This is it."

"What are we going to do?" Pepper asked.

"I've got a plan," Poison said.

He ran to the front of the bus and scrambled on board, and Pepper, Revenge, and Youngblood followed him. "I need to see your ticket," the bus driver said, completely unfazed by the four identical men that had just gotten on her bus.

All of a sudden, Poison lifted his ray gun into the air and aimed it at the passengers. "EVERYBODY OFF THE BUS!" he shouted. "EVERYONE OFF, OR I'LL SHOOT!"

Soon, the entire bus was in a state of panic. Some people did as they were told, looking terrified as they climbed off of the bus, while others frantically called the police. Eventually, the whole bus was empty, except for one mousy-looking teenage girl.

"Oh my God! You're Gerard Way!" she exclaimed. "Is this, like, some kind of promotion for your new album or something? I loved Hesitant Alien so much!"

"Hesitant Alien?" Poison said. "Is that what Alien's album is called? That would explain the nickname." The girl looked confused, so Poison said, "Yes, this is all just a publicity stunt for Hesitant Alien II, but you're ruining it! Get off the bus!"

"Fine," the girl said. "Can I get your autograph later?"

"Yeah, of course," Poison said.

The girl finally got off, and when the bus was empty, Youngblood climbed into the driver's seat. He glanced at the controls and then looked out at the busy street, with all of the buildings and the people and the bright lights. "I don't actually know how to drive a bus," Youngblood admitted to the others.

"You can do it," Poison said. "I bet it's not any harder than driving a car."

"Why can't we just stay here?" Pepper asked. "We won't hit Frank if we stay parked several miles away from the venue."

"Because the police are going to be here any minute," Poison said.

Youngblood took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel. "How do I start the bus?" he asked.

Revenge closed the doors and then pushed a button that said, "Start Engine," and all of a sudden, the bus roared to life. "Like that," he said.

Youngblood stepped on the gas and pulled right into oncoming traffic. He swerved out of the way of a black minivan, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision. "What are you doing?!" Poison shouted.

"You're driving on the wrong side of the road!" Pepper exclaimed.

"I'm driving on the right side," Youngblood said, confused.

"Yeah! In Australia, that's the wrong side of the road!" Pepper shouted. "Get on the left already!"

Youngblood frantically swerved onto the other side, almost running over a rabbit in the process, but after that, he just cruised along for a while. Poison was right - it wasn't much harder than driving a car. He just kept on driving, his heart rate slowing down as he carefully guided the bus away from the bus stop.

Youngblood approached a stoplight, and he turned to his future selves. "Which way do I go?" he asked.

"Left," Revenge said, while Pepper simultaneously said, "Right," and Poison said, "Just keep going straight."

"We can't go straight, Poison!" Pepper shouted. "We'll end up at the venue!"

"I'm serious," Youngblood said. "Which way should I turn?" The other Gerards were too busy bickering amongst themselves to answer, and the car behind him honked, so Youngblood veered right, skidding along the curb as he tried to avoid the other cars on the road.

"Hey, did you know that there's a Gerard Way in New Zealand?" Poison said as he looked at his phone. "We should go there sometime. Maybe we could take a picture next to the street sign or something."

"Actually, that would be pretty funny," Pepper said.

"Could you shut up?" Youngblood said. "I'm trying to drive."

"Hey, I've got a cool idea!" Pepper said. "I should put a hidden track on my new album. What do you think it should be about?"

"Blood," Revenge answered.

"Perfect," Pepper said.

As Youngblood stopped at the next traffic light, he heard sirens wailing. "Shit," Pepper said as he looked out the window at the police cars surrounding them. "They found us."

Youngblood knew what he had to do. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and he sped through the red light. The police cars raced after him, but he cut in and out of traffic, desperate to get away from them.

Poison let out a cheer as Youngblood knocked over a stop sign. "I've always wanted to be in a police chase!" he exclaimed.

"Are you insane?" Pepper said. "We're probably going to jail after this."

"No, we're going to prison," Revenge said. "And you know what they do to guys like us in prison."

"You just wanted to reference your new song, didn't you?" Pepper said.

"Yes," Revenge admitted.

Youngblood ignored them and raced ahead at full speed, barely in control of the bus. He was driving like he had a deathwish, but so far, it was working. They were ahead of the police, but they hadn't lost them yet. He only hoped that they would make it, that they wouldn't get caught when they were so close to stopping the bus crash altogether. If the crash never happened, then maybe he wouldn't even have to stop Figment from sacrificing himself. Maybe Frank and Figment could both live.

"Youngblood!" Revenge screamed. "Up ahead!"

Youngblood looked ahead, and there was a black van parked on the side of the road, with a group of people unloading gear. He didn't know who most of them were, but he immediately recognized the man with the dyed black hair and a million tattoos.

He was about to hit Frank Iero.

Youngblood slammed on the brakes and spun the steering wheel away from Frank and his van, but it was too late. The bus was moving too fast. Revenge, Pepper, and Poison all braced themselves for the crash, while Youngblood just screamed.

They were all flying toward the van, flying toward death, and there was absolutely nothing they could do to stop it.