The family always spoke to Five differently. Now, you had just finished a messy fight with the Sparrows after being shot into the wrong time line yet again.

you all sat bloodied and bruised on picnic benches in a park, trying to organise your thoughts.

"What are we going to do Five?" Allison nagged. "I don't know, it's going to take me more than twenty minutes and a traumatic brain injury to figure this out, is that okay?" Five bites back. "No, it's not."Allison hisses unsympathetically