They landed in the desert, and the first thing Youngblood noticed was that it was boiling hot. He considered taking off his leather jacket, something that he never did, just to get some relief from the scorching heat. He looked around, but Billie wasn't there. They were alone, or so he thought.

"We did it," Pepper said as he looked around. "We escaped the Watch."

"We still have to be careful," Figment reminded everyone. "I think Billie gave up on us, but there could be someone else from the Watch."

"Who else could there be?" Youngblood asked. "We're in the middle of nowhere."

Figment pointed to a spot in the distance, and that was when Youngblood saw them. They were riding around in a Trans Am with a giant spider painted on the hood, and they were firing brightly colored ray guns into the distance. He recognized everyone in the car, but they all looked a little bit different. Mikey had dyed his hair again, Ray was wearing the same jacket that he'd worn at the album release party, and Frank had gotten even more tattoos, but the Gerard from this era had undergone the most startling transformation. He'd dyed his hair bright red, and he was wearing a blue jacket and white jeans. There were a few other people here too, and most of them were busy filming the Trans Am.

"I have so many questions," Pepper said. "Like, what happened to Bob?"

"He left the band earlier this year," Figment said.

"That sucks," Pepper complained.

Figment shrugged and said, "It all worked out in the end. Jarrod's awesome."

"Who's Jarrod?"

"Our new drummer," Figment said. "Although if I remember correctly, he doesn't start touring with us for another year or two."

"So who's our drummer right now?"

"Mike Pedicone," Figment said, as if his name was some nasty disease.

"What's wrong with Mike Pedicone?" Pepper asked, but Figment didn't respond.

Youngblood didn't particularly care about their conversation. He still missed Matt, and he still couldn't quite believe that he would leave My Chemical Romance after only a few years. As he thought of his friends back in 2002, he turned back toward the music video set. He was fairly sure that was what it was, anyways. He couldn't think of any other reason for the cameras. It seemed like they were wrapping up, and he heard the band members bantering with each other, although he couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

All of a sudden, 2010 Gerard said goodbye to the others, got into the driver's seat of the Trans Am, and drove off. "I can't believe this," Revenge said.

"Yeah, we kind of lost our chance to talk to him," Pepper said.

"No, that's not what I meant," Revenge said. "Why don't I look like a vampire anymore?"

"I was wondering about that too," Youngblood said.

"There are some things that you have yet to learn, Revenge," Figment said. "True art is a weapon. A bright, shiny, slaughtermatic, ridiculously fun weapon."

All of a sudden, the Trans Am pulled over right in front of the four Gerards. As Youngblood admired the decorations on the car, 2010 Gerard rolled down the window. "Need a ride?" he asked.

Figment got into the passenger seat, while Youngblood, Revenge, and Pepper squeezed in the back. It was tight, but they all fit inside. "It's been a while," 2010 Gerard said to Figment. "I was wondering when I'd see you again."

"It's nice to see you too, Poison," Figment said.

"Poison?" Pepper said. "Is that a reference to something?"

"So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill..." Revenge sang, while Pepper put his hands over Youngblood's ears.

"You're supposed to let Youngblood come up with that himself!" Pepper shouted at his past self.

"Come up with what?" Youngblood asked.

"Nevermind," Pepper said. "You guys never actually answered my question."

"It's because I'm Party Poison!" Poison shouted.

"And what exactly does that mean?" Pepper asked.

"It's my Killjoy name."

"Huh," Revenge said. "That explains why Figment's such a killjoy."

"Revenge tried to leave you in 2006, by the way," Youngblood said to Figment.

"You weren't supposed to tell him that!" Revenge exclaimed.

"I'm still really confused," Pepper said.

"So we're working on our fourth album, and it's called Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys," Poison explained. "It's about a group of rebels living in post-apocalyptic California."

"That's actually pretty cool," Pepper said.

"Thanks," Poison said. "So all the members of the band have Killjoy names. I'm Party Poison, Ray's Jet Star, Mikey's Kobra Kid, and Frank is..." He looked out the window and said, "Speak of the devil."

"What is it?" Revenge asked, trying to get a view.

"Frank's coming," Poison said. "Get in the trunk. He can't know you're here."

Youngblood, Revenge, Pepper, and Figment all climbed into the trunk of the Trans Am, which was obviously not designed for four people. By the time they were all inside, Youngblood was sandwiched in between Figment and Pepper, and Revenge was practically on top of him. "There has to be a better way to do this," Figment complained. "I can't breathe in here."

"Me neither," Youngblood said.

"Hey Pepper, how come I can't tell Youngblood about Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, but you're allowed to ask Poison about that Danger Days thing he's working on?" Revenge asked.

"I didn't ask him," Pepper said. "He just kind of started talking about it."

"You didn't stop him," Revenge pointed out.

"Let's change the subject," Pepper said.

"Fucking hypocrite," Revenge mumbled.

"Figment, why can't I remember 2007?" Pepper asked.

"I told you I'd tell you about it later," Figment said. "Can you just be patient?"

Pepper groaned, and Youngblood said, "Can all of you please shut up? I want to know what Poison and Frank are up to."

All of them went silent, and suddenly, Youngblood heard Frank's voice.

"I think the video's going to turn out really well," he said. "You did such a good job, Gee. I wish I was half as talented as you."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Frank," Poison said. "You did a great job too, and that yellow jacket looks so good on you..."

Frank laughed and said, "Kiss me, you animal."

Even from the trunk, Youngblood could hear kissing noises. "You sure he's married?" Pepper said.

"Shut up, Pepper," Revenge said. "I want to know what happens next."

The kissing noises went on for a while longer, and then Poison moaned loudly. "Listen Frankie, I...I can't..."

"What is it?" Frank said as he backed away.

"Now's just not a good time for this," Poison said. "I have a lot of stuff to do..."

"Like me?" Frank said suggestively.

Poison paused and then said, "Let's wait until tonight, okay?"

"Okay," Frank said. "I love you, Gerard."

"I love you too."

There was a long period of silence, and then Poison unlocked the trunk and said, "Coast is clear."

Figment, Pepper, Revenge, and Youngblood climbed out of the trunk and again, Figment got into the passenger seat. "How come he always gets shotgun?" Youngblood asked as he climbed into the backseat. Nobody answered him.

Poison started the car, and he rolled down the windows as they sped down the highway. The wind rustled through Youngblood's hair, and he looked out over the desert landscape. "Where are we going exactly?" he asked as they left Death Valley behind.

"I figured we'd just go back to my place," Poison said. "It's probably safe there."

"That works," Figment said.

"So you live in California now?" Pepper said to Poison.

"Yeah," Poison said. "I moved to Los Angeles last year, and I love it. I spend a lot of time in Jersey though, since Frank still lives there for some reason."

"I was going to ask you about Frank," Pepper said. "Revenge, Youngblood, didn't you guys say that we broke up with him in 2007?"

"Yeah," Youngblood said.

"Did you guys get back together or something?" Pepper asked Poison.

Poison was about to answer, but all of a sudden, the car rolled to a stop in the middle of the highway. "Shit," Poison said as he desperately tried to restart the Trans Am. "Something's wrong with the car."

"That's not good," Youngblood said as several cars sped past them.

"No shit, Sherlock," Revenge said. "We're stuck in the middle of the desert."

"It's not a big deal," Figment said. "We can just go to the next era, and Poison, you can deal with this when you get back."

"Yeah, that's fine," Poison said.

Figment went to type their destination into his time machine, but he soon realized that his watch was gone. "What the fuck?" he said as he looked at his bare wrist. "I had it here a few minutes ago."

The four other Gerards glanced at each other, afraid of what would happen next. They were stranded on the side of a highway in the middle of the California desert. They were stuck in 2010, with no way out. They had nothing but a broken Trans Am and the clothes on their backs. They were completely and utterly fucked.