You and Five had spent the last few days stressing over saving the world- but what's new? You guys had been doing it for decades now. Only this time, time travel had stuck the two of you back into your teenage bodies.

The day had been... Stressful, to say the least. Your only lead was a building that had, in the past few hours, been burned almost to the ground. So there went that.

After such a tragedy, the two of you did the only logical thing you could think of. Go to the library, get drunk, and write all over the walls. Because why the fuck not? You needed some recovery time after that incident.

Well, Luther and Diego found the two of you there- Five was passed out on the ground with Delores the mannequin- the mannequin lacked in the department of a second arm, both legs, and hair- and you were sitting beside him, absentmindedly arranging glass bits of a broken liquor bottle into shapes on the floor.

Well, Diego and Luther had carried the two of you to the back room of a gym- which was, apparently, where Diego stayed. You protested on the carrying part, but they did it anyway. Not like you really cared, but still.

Now the two of you were in the back room, Diego had left to go find some detective or something- he called her Patch- and Luther was off taking a piss, and Five was asleep on Diego's mattress.

You'd sobered up a bit, and were beginning to come to your senses when Five stirred. You were sitting beside him, so you looked down.

"Good morning," you said, "Or afternoon- or evening, or night, I don't remember what time it is,"

He groaned halfheartedly. "Good whatever-time-it-is to you, too," he muttered.