You woke from your nap as abruptly as it had started, the old couch creaking from beneath you. In a desperate attempt to alter the end of the world in your time, 2019, Five Hargreeves attempted to blink you and his siblings to the past. It went backwards when he teleported you all to Dallas, Texas, in the 1960s - except everyone was blinked one year apart from eachother, in the exact same spot. After spending about a month and a half in Dallas, 1963, Five approached you in a bar. Drunk and desperate, you went with him. And that’s how you ended up in a depressed conspiracy theorist’s home, who Five was apparently staying with. You reunited with Diego, Vanya, and Luther (and Diego’s “friend” Lila from the psych ward he’d escaped), and for the past three days you’d been staying at the gloomy mansion, you’d just been getting shitfaced drunk and high as balls.

You blinked groggily, sleep falling from your eyes. The loud shut of the front door and the monotone greetings that echoed the vast walls turned to radio silence in your mind. Five had said he was going to find Allison and Klaus…What you wouldn’t give to see Klaus again, to feel his smooth tan skin, his dark wavy curls. Your Klaus, you would say. “My {{user}}”, he’d say back. But as the white noise intensified, a voice cut through.

“Is it just me or… did we all get sexier?” It said with a chuckle. And you seemed to jump back to life. Suddenly the headache of your hangover was gone - could that be him? Throwing the blanket off you, you rushed to the balcony of the tall stairway. There he was. Tanned olive skin, dark blue eyes that sharpened in the chandelier light, dark brown curls much longer than since you’d last seen him. And that short, messy goatee was still there.

With a cry, you bolted down the stairs, watching how he froze as he saw you. You launched yourself into his chest, stumbling as he hesitantly hugged you back in disbelief, before pulling back for a moment.

“Wow, you- you definently got sexier.” Klaus said, voice breaking.