Figment was hiding out inside a comic book shop when he spotted a giant bus hurtling down Park Street. He rushed over to the window, and he glanced at the license plate. HG42FR. This was it. This was the bus that was going to cause the accident.

"Shit," Figment said. "It's heading straight for the van."

As he sprinted out the door, Crash and Alien finally looked up from their comic books. "What's going on?" Alien asked.

"Oh God," Crash said as he looked out the window. "It's going to hit Frank."

All of a sudden, Crash and Alien ran after Figment. "Isn't there something we can do?" Crash said. "Can't we go back in time again or something?"

"I don't have much battery left," Figment said quickly. "If I take you all back, then I won't be able to bring us back to our own times. We'll all be stuck in 2016."

Crash was fine with that, but Alien was terrified. "I have to go back to 2014," he said nervously. "I can't just skip over two years of my life."

Figment, however, didn't listen to his past selves and kept running. He'd really thought that the others could keep the crash from happening, but he was wrong, so now, he was only hoping that he could stop the bus before it was too late. He'd failed, lost the fight, let down the man he loved most, but he could still fix this.

Crash and Alien tried to follow him, but Figment turned around and said, "You're not coming with me."

"Yes we are!" Crash exclaimed.

"He's our boyfriend too," Alien argued.

"I'm serious," Figment said. "You'll be safer in there."

"I don't care!" Crash shouted. "I'm going to save Frank!"

Figment glanced out the window one last time. The bus was skidding across the road, completely out of control. Within seconds, it would collide with Frank's van. He had to act now. "We're running out of time," he said. "Stay in the shop."

As Figment approached the van, he looked toward the bus, and then he looked into Frank's eyes. As the bus barreled toward the van, he silently said his goodbyes to the man who stole his heart all those years ago. Then, he looked away from Frank and stepped closer to the bus. He was afraid, but as the seconds ticked by, he realized what he had to do.

All of a sudden, the clock stopped ticking.

At first, Figment thought he was in a dream. The bus had stopped completely, only inches away from the van. Frank and his bandmates were frozen in place, their unblinking eyes staring into the distance. The whole world had gone completely still. He walked across the street, cutting between stationary cars and motionless pedestrians. "Figment, what's happening right now?" Alien shouted from the comic book shop, but he didn't respond.

One car cut through traffic, and Figment recognized it immediately. He doubted there was any other vehicle in the world with a giant Killjoy spider painted on the hood.

"I thought I got rid of the Trans Am years ago," Crash said, confused.

"Let me handle this," Figment said to Crash and Alien. "Stay in the shop."

The Trans Am skidded to a stop, and Figment nervously stepped toward it. As he approached the car, the driver rolled down the windows, and Figment looked inside. "Ray? Mikey?" Figment said. He smiled slightly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"You're Gerard from the future, right?" Mikey said. Figment nodded. "We're helping you save Frank, obviously."

Ray held up his time machine. "I stopped time for you," he said. "We're only supposed to do that in emergencies, so Billie Joe's probably going to kill me if he finds out about this, but it will be worth it if we can keep Frank alive."

Figment didn't know what to say. He'd always cherished his bandmates. He'd always known that he, Frank, Ray, and Mikey had something truly special, but this was different. They'd traveled halfway across the world for this, and Ray was risking his career with the Watch so that Frank could live. In all the years Figment had been a part of My Chemical Romance, he'd never felt so grateful for his bandmates, and he knew in his heart that he'd never get this feeling with any other band. "Thank you," he finally said. "It means a lot that you're here."

"No problem, Gerard, but you're not the only one who cares about Frank," Mikey said. "He's our bandmate too."

"And we need to save him," Ray said. "Time's stopped right now for everyone and everything except for me, Mikey, the Trans Am, and any versions of you that exist in this time. How many are there of you anyways?"

"Seven including me," Figment said. "Alien and Crash are in the comic book shop across the street, and I don't know where Youngblood, Revenge, Pepper, and Poison are, but I suspect they're in the bus." Mikey and Ray looked confused, so Figment said, "I nicknamed all of my past selves."

"Okay, that makes sense," Ray said. "Let's get everybody off the bus, and then we'll see what we can do to help Frank and his bandmates."

Ray and Mikey got out of the Trans Am, and they followed Figment to the bus. They opened the doors, and sure enough, Youngblood, Revenge, Pepper, and Poison were inside.

"This is crazy," Mikey said as he looked into the bus. "It's like there's a Gerard for every album we made."

"I don't get it," Pepper said to the other Gerards. "What's going on?"

"Yeah, why aren't we moving?" Revenge asked.

"It's a good thing that we're not moving," Poison said. "Maybe we won't hit Frank."

"That's a good point," Revenge said.

"Hey, maybe we could even do something fun," Poison said.

"Like throwing a parade?" Pepper suggested.

"Or turning everyone in Sydney into a vampire?" Revenge suggested.

"Yeah, that seems fun," Youngblood said. All of a sudden, he noticed Figment, Mikey, and Ray. "What are you guys doing here?" he asked.

Ray sighed and said, "Just get off the bus, Gerard."

"We don't want you to get hurt," Mikey said.

All four Gerards climbed off the bus. "I have a lot of questions," Pepper said.

"Yeah, me too," Poison said. "Figment! Can you tell us how Ray and Mikey got here?"

"That's not important right now," Figment said. "We need to save Frank."

Poison groaned, but he didn't ask any more questions. Figment stepped closer to the scene of the accident, where Frank and his bandmates were unloading their gear. They were frozen in place, and if Figment didn't know better, he would have thought that they were statues. Frank was stuck in the middle of a sentence, completely unaware of what was about to happen. Figment wished that he could take it all back, make it so that Frank would never have to experience the accident, but it was too late for that now. All he could do was make sure that Frank survived.

Mikey surveyed the scene and said, "If we leave them here, the bus is going to crush them. They'll die instantly."

"We have to move them," Figment agreed.

"But we can't move them too far," Ray said. "They'll have a lot of questions if they move more than a few feet. We can't explain time travel to Frank: the Watch won't allow it. It's bad enough that somebody told Mikey."

Figment immediately looked toward Youngblood, who had a guilty expression on his face. "But we can move them a little bit?" Figment said to Ray. "Maybe a little closer to the curb?"

"Yes, we can do that," Ray said. "They'll think that they just stepped out of the way."

Figment walked over to Frank, and he dragged him toward the curb. The others did the same with Evan, Paul, and Matt, and soon, all of the members of Frank Iero and the Patience were far enough away from the bus. "It won't be pretty," Ray said. "But they'll live."

Figment took a deep breath. He wasn't ready for this, wasn't ready to watch the accident again, but he didn't have much of a choice. "Thanks again, guys," Figment said to Ray and Mikey.

"No problem," Ray said as he and Mikey got back into the Trans Am.

"See you later, Future Gerard," Mikey said.

Figment waved, and the Trans Am sped off again. Then, he turned back to his past selves. "I can't believe you guys caused the crash," he said.

"It was Poison's fault," Revenge said.

"No it wasn't!" Poison exclaimed.

"You were the one who wanted to hijack the bus," Revenge said.

"You hijacked a bus?" Figment said, seriously disappointed in his younger selves.

"You all went along with it!" Poison said. "Anyways, this is obviously Youngblood's fault. He was the driver."

"Me?" Youngblood said. "I didn't do anything! I was just following your directions!"

All of a sudden, the clock started ticking again, and the bus slammed into Frank's van.

For Figment, it was all déjà vu, but it wasn't any better the second time around. There was an awful crashing noise, and there were ear-piercing screams. There were pieces of metal and shattered glass and blood spilling onto the pavement. The door of the van accordioned back, but the bus kept on skidding down the street. Figment spotted Frank being dragged across the curb, and he wished that he could do something, anything to ease his pain. Then, the bus came to a stop, and Frank went flying.

That was when Crash sprinted out of the comic book shop. He rushed over to Frank, and before he hit the curb again, he caught him. Frank was bruised, covered in blood, and gasping for air, but he was safe now, cradled in his boyfriend's arms.

"Frank?" Crash said, but he didn't respond. "Frank, are you okay?" When Frank still didn't say anything, Crash started to cry. "Frank, please tell me you're okay," he said, his tears falling onto Frank's bloody shirt. "I can't...I can't lose you."

"Gerard?" Frank said softly. "Am...am I alive?"

"Yes, Frank, you're alive!" Crash said as he held Frank close. "You're here, you're alive, and you're going to be okay. I promise."

"We're not playing tonight, are we?" Frank said.

"I don't think so," Crash said.

"Where's everyone else?"

Evan suddenly shouted, "I can't feel my legs!" As soon as he heard that, Frank got up, took off his rucksack, and ran over to him. Crash followed close behind, and soon, all seven of the Gerards cautiously approached the wreckage, ready to help Frank and his bandmates.

Then, Figment heard sirens wailing, and a squad of police cars arrived at the scene of the accident. One police officer stepped out of her car and said to Figment, "We're looking for a man in his thirties with red hair and a jacket that says 'Dead Pegasus' on it. Have you seen him?"

"Figment!" Poison shouted as he hid behind the wrecked van. "Get us out of here!"

Figment nodded and typed "California 2014" into his watch. He waved goodbye to Crash, and knowing that his work here was finally done, he pressed one more button on his time machine. Before the police could find them, Poison, Alien, Pepper, Revenge, Youngblood, and Figment vanished into thin air.