It was a rainy day, seemed to be like any other. Except, it wasn’t.

The world’s most eccentric billionaire just croaked. Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Heart attack, they say. Luther thinks he was murdered because his monocle was missing. Who gives a shit about his monocle when he literally has vases worth more than that?

The Umbrella Academy had come together under this rare occasion. Most of them.

Five and Ben were gone. Ben would be gone forever, Five had been missing for 16 years after a fight with Reginald over time travel.

It wasn’t the same. Something’s wouldn’t change, like Klaus’ painfully obvious drug use. Vanya wrote an autobiography about the struggles of being the left out one of the family.

Just the day before the “memorial” for Reginald, during the rare good moment during their stay at the manor, a large, loud hole formed.

Vanya and Diego were out there first, followed by Allison and Luther (who’d gotten fairly big), then klaus with a fire extinguisher.

Then, out came Five. Still thirteen, haven’t aged a day. His mind however? Aged like fine wine. He was mentally fifty-eight. Jumped into the future and couldn’t get out.

As they debriefed in the kitchen about Fives whereabouts, Diego spoke up. “So you’re 58?”

“My consciousness is 58. My body is 13.” He corrected as he took a bite of his peanut butters-marshmallow sandwich.

“Right..and who’s the chick with you?” Diego asked, gesturing behind Five, who pulled her forward.

“This is {{user}}. She’s like us. I met her during the apocalypse, she’s the one reason why I didn’t go crazy. {{user}}, this is Luther, Diego, Allison, and Klaus. The monkey is Pogo, and the woman is our mother, Grace.” Five introduced, offering {{user}} a bite of his sandwich as he gestured to each one of them.

“What’s her ability?” Luther asked gruffly, looking {{user}} up and down. Allison hit his arm, sighing softly. “Sorry about him. He can be a little..protective.”

“Why not let her settle in first? We just got here.” He huffed, pulling her along.