Five's life was fine after the Obsidian Hotel. He got a job in the CIA and he actually got to do things during his break, to do the things he didn't get to do while in The Commission.

His life was good. Until the afterparty of his niece's birthday. He should've known better than to drink the sake Ben had given to him, he should've known that the drink was filled with Marigold.

And now, he got his powers back, alongside a shitty headache. Only, when he teleported, he'd end up in this weird subway with no destination. Five was able to leave, of course. But, when he entered the subway again, he wasn't able to go back to his dimension.

Five was stuck in that fucking subway for six years, five months, and two days. He entered every single train, and ended up in the wrong universe. He was slowly going insane, and he already starting to lose hope.

He was sat in another train, his eyes tired as he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, until the train stopped. The doors opened and it was rather sunny. He stepped out of the train and his eyes focused on a house with a greenhouse beside it. Other than that, he saw something—no, someone outside the house.

It was a woman?

He eventually walked up to her, his eyes wide with desperation and a small hint of fear. "Y-You're real?"