It took Youngblood a minute to figure out where they were this time. They were still inside someone's house, but the scenery had changed a little bit. Frank and Bandit were gone, and the rooms were arranged differently, but some of the decorations looked similar. He figured out where they were as soon as he spotted the collector's edition action figures on the shelf. They were the exact same ones he'd seen in 2014.

"Huh," Alien said. "I guess I must have moved."

"At least you didn't move back into the Paramour," Pepper said.

"Oh no," Alien said. "I would never live there again. That was awful."

"Hey Alien, I have a question," Poison said. "Two questions, actually."

"Sure, what is it?" Alien said.

"First of all, I thought the future was going to be post-apocalyptic and cool, just like our new album," Poison said. "What happened?"

Alien laughed. "You seriously think that 2019's going to be like Danger Days?"

"Figment said that it would be!"

Alien glanced toward Figment, who tried to keep himself from laughing. "Well, I don't know what 2019's going to be like either, but I doubt that it's going to be a post-apocalyptic wasteland." Poison frowned, and Alien asked, "What's your other question?"

"How the hell did you get Frank out of New Jersey?"

"I didn't," Alien said. Poison looked confused, so he added, "We split our time between LA and New Jersey. We wanted to live together, but he didn't want to leave New Jersey, and I didn't want to leave California, so we compromised."

"That makes sense," Poison said. "I asked him once about moving to California, but he said something about liking the dirtiness of Jersey. I love Frank, but sometimes, I just don't understand him."

"Hey guys, we should probably find the version of us from this era," Figment said. "It's nice that you two are getting along, but the clock's ticking, and we need to get to Australia and save Frank."

Save Frank. Youngblood knew what that meant now. He knew that Figment was going to sacrifice himself so that Frank could live, and he'd promised Frank that he wouldn't let him do that. Youngblood didn't want Frank to die either - he could hardly stand the thought - but he had to keep his promise.

He glanced at Figment's watch. It wouldn't be too hard to steal the time machine and stop all of them from going to Australia. With no one there to save him, Frank would die in the bus crash. Youngblood had no idea how he would live without him, and he wasn't sure that Frank dying was really any better than Figment dying, but at least he would keep his promise.

There had to be a better way. Youngblood only wished he knew what it was.

While Youngblood thought about everything that was going on and the increasingly hopeless situation that he'd found himself in, Figment opened a door and headed into the basement. Having learned his lesson from last time, Youngblood followed him. All six Gerards went downstairs, and when they reached the bottom of the staircase, they found the Gerard from 2016. He was wearing a hoodie, and his hair was back to its natural brown. He had a pencil and a sketchbook in his hands, and he was furiously writing down snippets of dialogue and drawing out his characters. He let lines become shapes, shapes become scenes, scenes become panels, and panels become pages, and sometimes, when everything was really coming together, his characters felt like they could burst through the pages and come to life at any moment.

Some things never change.

The Gerard from 2016 didn't notice the others, so Figment inched closer. 2016 Gerard still didn't look away from his comic. "Am I really this out of it when I'm writing?" Youngblood asked the others.

"I asked Frank about that once, and he said yes," Revenge said.

Figment came even closer, and 2016 Gerard still didn't notice him. He didn't even look up from the comic until Figment was right behind him. "What are you doing here?" he asked as he dropped his pencil.

"We're going to go save Frank, and we need your help," Figment said.

"But Frank's okay," 2016 Gerard said. "He's on tour with his band in Australia right now, which is super cool. I miss him a lot, but I'm sure he's having a great time over there. Actually, I should Skype him. Let me check if it's a reasonable time there..." He reached to take out his phone, but then he realized the problem. "Shit," 2016 Gerard said. "He's in Australia. That's why you're here."

"I told you he was going to die in a bus accident in Australia in 2016, and you didn't listen, Crash," Figment said.

"Crash?" he said. "Is that seriously my nickname?" Figment nodded, and Crash groaned. "Why can't I have a cool nickname? I'd love a comic book reference nickname. That would be cool. Wait, I've got it! Wolverine! I'll be Wolverine!"

"No," Figment said.

Crash sighed. "I always had a good nickname before," he said. "Youngblood, Revenge, Pepper, Poison, Alien...and now I'm stuck with a nickname that reminds me of my failure? I can't believe I let Frank go to Australia! We both knew that he was going to die in a bus crash if he went there! How am I such a bad boyfriend?"

"It's going to be okay," Figment said. "We'll save him."

"Of course," Crash said. "So can I have a different nickname? How about Negative Man? Can I be Negative Man?"

"No."

Crash frowned. "Fine," he said as he picked up his pencil again. "Let me finish drawing this, and then we'll save Frank. Why the hell did I let him go to Australia? I'm literally the worst..."

"What are you working on?" Youngblood asked suddenly.

Crash looked up and noticed his past selves, waiting at the bottom of the staircase. "Doom Patrol," he answered.

"Wait, really?" Pepper said. "That's amazing."

"I know, right?" Revenge said. "I've always wanted to write about them."

"Me too!" Poison exclaimed.

"Hey Crash, can we see it?" Alien asked.

"Yeah, Crash!" Revenge shouted. "Show us the comic!"

Crash gestured for them to come closer, and all of the Gerards gathered around to take a look at Crash's new comic. "It's not done yet, obviously," Crash said, but nobody seemed to care.

Youngblood peeked over, and he could hardly believe his eyes. There they were, the characters that he'd grown up with, and his future self had come up with all kinds of brand new stories about them. Crash flipped through the sketchbook, breathlessly explaining the story arcs he'd come up with, while the others listened, awestruck.

"I just want to say that I would totally read that," Youngblood said when Crash was finished. "If I saw it at the comic book shop back home, I'd buy it in a heartbeat."

"Me too," Revenge said.

"Thanks," Crash said. "It means a lot."

"It must be nice getting to stay home and write comics all day," Alien said.

"It is nice, but..."

"But what?" Alien asked. "What could possibly be bad about writing comics for a living?"

"I love comics, but sometimes, I miss being in a band," Crash admitted. "I miss getting up on stage, singing, performing, making music, making art. I miss spending all those hours on the tour bus with my bandmates. I miss seeing Mikey and Ray every day. I miss playing shows with Frank. I miss being creative with him. I love his music, and I know that he's really happy with his new band, but I miss being a part of it."

"You should tell Frank that," Figment said. "I'm sure he'd understand."

"I'm sure he wouldn't," Crash argued. "He's so excited about Frank Iero and the Patience..."

"Frank Iero and the Patience?" Alien interrupted. "I thought it was frnk iero andthe cellabration."

"He changed the band name," Crash said. "Anyways, he's excited about his band, and if we make it through this..."

"When we make it through this," Figment corrected.

"When we make it through this," Crash said. "I don't want to take that away from him. I don't want to take away his creative outlet. If he doesn't want to get MCR back together, I don't want to get MCR back together."

Youngblood wondered what an MCR reunion would look like anyways. Would it just be one last show, a final resurrection before Figment sacrificed himself for Frank? Maybe they would never get back together again if Frank died in the crash. He decided not to think too much about My Chemical Romance's future though. It was an idea, one that would live even if all of its members were dead. Right now, he just had to keep his promise to Frank.

"That's fine, but I have a feeling that Frank will be more sympathetic than you think," Figment said. "We'll worry about that later though. We need to get to Australia."

"And how are we going to do that exactly?" Crash asked. "It's not like all seven of us could just get on a plane without anyone asking any questions, and even if we could, we wouldn't make it in time, would we?"

Figment nodded. "We wouldn't make it. The crash is going to happen in six hours."

"So how are we going to get there?" Pepper asked.

"If only we had the Trans Am..." Poison said.

"You can't drive across an ocean, dumbass!" Revenge exclaimed.

"We're going to use the time machine," Figment said. "Precision travel's tricky, so I don't know how well this will work, but I'm going to try to go to Australia without traveling in time."

"I hope it works," Alien said.

"Me too," Crash said. "I don't know what I'll do if we can't save Frank. I can't live without him."

"We'll save him," Figment said. "Don't worry."

"Well, it would help if you would tell us your plan," Revenge said.

Youngblood knew Figment's plan, and it didn't help at all, not when he still didn't know how to stop it. He needed to come up with a plan of his own, or Figment would give up his life for Frank. He still didn't know which was worse: Figment dying, or Frank dying. If he was being completely honest with himself, he couldn't stand the thought of either of them losing their lives. He knew that everyone dies eventually, but both of them were far too young for this. He wished that he could go back to 2002 and get himself out of here before it was too late.

Figment stayed quiet and typed "Australia 2016" into his watch, and before Youngblood could do anything about it, all of the Gerards disappeared.