"Alright, you ready to try this again?" Dusk asked as she and Klaus went back to the attic after his brief potty break. "You know, I think this was a bad idea," Klaus replied, standing up from the chair. His arms and legs continued to shake uncontrollably, and it seemed to be getting worse. "Hold on a damn minute," Dusk said, grabbing his wrist as he tried to leave. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to keep him from escaping her grasp.

"I should have had just one last hit to ease me into it," Klaus said as he tried to free himself. "No. I don't think so. Sit your ass back down," the raven said firmly. Klaus continued to protest, saying that one more time wouldn't hurt. But she stood her ground and eventually got him back in the chair, quickly tying him up before he could escape.

"Dusk, please!" the junkie continued to beg. "When are you going to stop doing this to yourself, hmm? You don't think you're hurting people? Well, let me tell you something, Buster! You're hurting your family. You're hurting me!" She stared at him as he continued to struggle. "Just let me go!" As Dusk was about to walk away, she saw a blue mop bucket sitting a few feet away and moved it towards Klaus' chair. "This is for next time. Puke, pee, whatever you need. Multipurpose. See?"

Klaus continued to call out her name as she went down the stairs and back to her room. She shut the door rather loudly, hoping it would give him the hint that she was not coming back. She then tried to distract herself from his shouting by practicing her newest song. This song, however, wasn't about her ex. It was about Klaus.

https://youtu.be/xRB-jZFLBzo

So I never really knew you
God, I really tried to
Blindsided, addicted
Thought we could really do this
But really, I was foolish
Hindsight, it's obvious

Talking with my lawyer
She said where'd you find this guy
I said young people fall in love
With the wrong people sometimes

Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay
You can think that you're in love
When you're really just in pain
Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay
In the end, it's better for me
That's the moral of the story, babe

They say it's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
That could be a load of shit
But I just need to tell you all

Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay
You can think that you're in love
When you're really just engaged
Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay
In the end, it's better for me
That's the moral of the story

Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay
You can think that you're in love
When you're really just in pain
Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay
In the end, it's better for me
That's the moral of the story, babe

As she continued playing her piano, losing consciousness of the things surrounding her, suddenly it felt like time was turning back. Unbeknownst to her and her siblings, Five was time-traveling back to that morning, hoping to tell his siblings some more news about the incoming apocalypse. In particular, the person who was going to start it all.

~~~~~~~

Wednesday 8:15 am (again)

"Hold the phone. We all died fighting this thing the first time," Klaus said as he looked around at his siblings. "Klaus shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?" Before Luther could answer Diego's question, a blue vortex opened above them, and electricity filled the air surrounding it. Five fell out of the gaping hole, landing on a briefcase clutched tightly in his hands. "You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?"

"Five, where have you been?" Luther asked as he stumbled off the counter, clutching his side. "Irrelevant. So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is... us," Five answered, taking Allison's coffee from her hand. "The Umbrella Academy," Dusk nodded. "Yeah, but with me, obviously. So if you all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we going to let that define us?"

The siblings looked amongst themselves, shaking their heads as they looked back at their brother. "And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse. This is who we have to stop," Five reached into his blazer pocket, pulled out a small slip of paper, and handed it to Dusk.

She unfolded the paper seeing the words, Reassignment: Protect Harold Jenkins, written in black typewriter ink. "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Dusk questioned. "I don't know yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now," Five explained as he finished the coffee, throwing the cup across the room. "How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther inquired.

"I don't know," Five answered. "Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?" Diego asked. "There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city," Dusk added. "Well, we better start looking then," Five continued, telling them the assassins that attacked the Academy were sent by the Temps Commission to stop him from preventing this apocalypse. 

"They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen... happens. They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days. So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for the said lunatics. Protect Harold Jenkins. So he must be responsible for the apocalypse," Five finished. The room filled with silence before everyone started talking over one another, still confused as to what Five was talking about.

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" Allison queried, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know what else is insane? I look like a 13-year-old boy. Klaus talks to the dead, Dusk can shoot fire from her mouth, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been," Five snapped.

"You know, he does have a point there," Klaus pointed out as he rested his head on Dusk's shoulder. She slightly scooted away from him and continued to look at Five. "The last time we tried to stop it, we all died. Why is this time any different? Why shouldn't I go home to my daughter?" Allison inquired. "Because this time, I'm here. We have the name of the man responsible. Guys, we have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people. Including Claire,"

Allison's eyes widened at the mention of her daughter's name. In her mind, she wondered how Five knew. "Alright, then let's get this bastard," "You had me at Gerald Jenkins," Diego nodded in agreement. "Harold Jenkins," Five clarified as the rest of the siblings got ready to go after this man. "Let's roll. I know where we can find this asshole. Klaus, Dusk, you're with me," Diego called out to the raven and junkie.

"I'll come. Just let me get my shoes," Dusk nodded, brushing past him and running upstairs. "Are you coming too, Klaus?" "Uh, I think I'll stay here. I'm feeling a little under the weather," he answered.

"Alright, let's get Harold Jenkins!"