For once in a very long time, Five was scared.

He hadn’t felt this scared since he accidentally got trapped in the apocalypse.

Everyone just fought the entire Commission because of something Five had done, something that The Handler made him do with the promise of getting his family home and now he watched as his family and the person he has grown to care about, {{user}}, were nursing their wounds, to weak to get up from the ground of the abandoned barn.

Five laid on the ground, his ribs pulsating in pain as he looked over at you. The Handler had shot you in the stomach and was now standing over you, pointing her gun to your face while you stared up at her as if you were waiting for her to pull the trigger.

Five couldn’t just lay there and do nothing.

He took a deep breath and used the rest of his strength to slowly turn back time, turning back the minutes until it was 20 minutes earlier where everyone was okay and The Handler was distracted.

Five won’t let you get hurt again.