When Youngblood opened his eyes, he found himself in another fancy neighborhood in LA. There were houses all along the winding road, but he could immediately point out which one was his. It was the only one that really matched his style: artsy, gothic, a little eccentric. As Youngblood approached his future home, Figment, Revenge, Pepper, and Poison went with him, taking in their surroundings.

"What year is this?" Youngblood asked his future selves as he poked around in the backyard. There were a handful of picnic tables set up, and Frank was busy assembling his vegetarian grill. Youngblood backed away, careful to make sure that Frank didn't see him, but he occasionally peeked over there, curious to see what was going on.

"Who cares?" Pepper said. "I want to go back to bed."

"Judging by the fact that Los Angeles still exists, it's definitely before the apocalypse," Poison said. "My best guess is 2011, but it could be early 2012."

"Actually, it's 2014," Figment said.

"2014?" Poison said, confused. "Then how come LA isn't a pile of rubble? How come I don't see any advertisements for Better Living Industries? Where are the droids? The dracs? The ray guns?"

Figment stammered, struggling to find an explanation. "Uhh...this neighborhood was pretty unaffected by the apocalypse," he finally said. "You should see downtown Battery City though. It's insane."

"Oh okay, that makes sense," Poison said. "You know, I bet the version of me in this era is pretty badass. I'm imagining him driving around in the Trans Am with the rest of MCR, shooting up all the bad guys..."

While Poison rambled, the door swung open, and the Gerard from 2014 came outside. He was wearing a blue suit and a red tie, and he was carrying a bowl of chips. All of a sudden, he looked straight at Figment. "I was wondering when you'd come back," he said.

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

Pepper hesitated for a moment before he said, "Alien? Is that a reference to something?"

"I was thinking the same thing," Youngblood said.

"This is not what I expected," Poison said as he looked at his future self. Like Poison, Alien had bright red hair, but it was much shorter. His whole demeanor seemed different too, although Youngblood couldn't quite describe how. Surely, Alien was not the fabulous, post-apocalyptic anti-hero that Poison wanted him to be.

Alien ignored his past selves and turned toward Figment. "I almost forgot about all of this," he whispered. "Frank's going to die in two years, isn't he?"

Figment nodded. "We don't have much time left," he said.

Alien sighed and said, "Well, we're going to fix it, right? We'll stop him from dying."

"Exactly," Figment said.

"I just wish you guys had come a little earlier," Alien said. "This really isn't a great time for me. Everyone's going to be here soon for the Second Annual Post-MCR Barbeque."

Youngblood took a moment to process what Alien had just said. When he realized what this meant, his jaw dropped. He knew that My Chemical Romance wouldn't live forever. Even when he had first started the band, even before he'd time traveled, he had known that there would come a time when it would stop being something special. There would come a time when his band, his creation, his work of art would need to die, and he knew that time would probably come sooner rather than later.

But knowing all of that didn't stop his heart from breaking.

"Wait a second," Poison said. "Post-MCR?"

"Yeah, we broke up," Alien confirmed.

Pepper shrugged. "I never really saw My Chemical Romance going past our third album anyways," he said.

Poison, on the other hand, was completely shocked. "What do you mean we broke up?" he said. "Everything was going so well!"

"Figment!" Revenge shouted. "Is it true? Does MCR break up?"

Figment nodded. "It's true."

"I knew we'd break up eventually, but I didn't think it would be so soon," Youngblood said.

"We were together for twelve years," Alien said. "That's an awfully long time."

"The Smashing Pumpkins were together for twelve years too, and that felt way too short," Revenge pointed out.

"And then they got back together," Poison said. "Maybe we'll do the same thing."

"The Smashing Pumpkins got back together?" Revenge said.

Youngblood smiled when he heard that. "That's amazing!" he exclaimed. "When does it happen?"

The Gerards kept on talking about Smashing Pumpkins reunion and whether or not My Chemical Romance would follow their career path, while Figment remained frustratingly silent. Youngblood wished that he would say something, anything, to tell them how it was going to be. Then again, Youngblood supposed he would figure it out eventually. In seventeen years, he would be Figment. He just didn't want to wait that long to find out what would happen to his band, what would happen to Frank, what would happen to him.

"Alien?" Poison finally asked. "Would you ever consider getting the band back together?"

He thought about it, rolled his eyes, and then said, "I don't think so. We're a lot happier now that we don't have to worry about MCR."

Alien smiled, but it seemed forced. "Are you sure about that?" Youngblood asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," Alien said. "I just finished recording my new album, and frnkiero andthe cellabration announced an album too..."

"I bet that's going to be amazing," Youngblood said. He'd been to plenty of Pencey Prep shows, and he knew that Frank was an incredible musician, with or without My Chemical Romance.

"Honestly, I would listen to anything Frank made," Revenge said. "He's a great guitarist, and I'm probably just holding him back."

"Don't say that!" Pepper exclaimed.

"Yeah, I've listened to Frank's album," Alien said. "It's really, really good." He paused and then said, "Is it okay if I put this bowl of chips on the table? I'll be back in a minute."

"Sure," Figment said.

Alien headed into the backyard, while the others talked amongst themselves. "Something seems off," Poison said. "Between the MCR breakup and the fact that the apocalypse doesn't seem to have happened yet..."

"Maybe Figment was messing with you back in 2010," Pepper suggested.

"No, he wouldn't do that," Poison said, while Figment stifled a laugh.

"I wonder why the band broke up," Revenge said. "Knowing us, it was probably something cool. Maybe the zombie apocalypse happened, and we had to shut ourselves in a shopping mall, so we couldn't play any more shows..."

"That's the plot of Dawn of the Dead," Youngblood said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Pepper yawned and said, "Can we get going already? I want to go back to bed."

"Not until Alien comes back," Figment said.

Pepper frowned, and Poison said, "Hey Pepper, do you want to go looking for dracs with me? They have to be around here somewhere."

"Not really," Pepper said.

Poison ignored him and grabbed his arm. "Come on!" Poison said as he dragged Pepper away. "Let's go!"

All of a sudden, Alien came back. He was about to say something, but then he spotted a car in the distance, racing toward his house. "Shit," he said. "You guys are going to have to go inside. I can't let Lindsey see you."

As Alien quickly unlocked the door, Figment took off his watch, transformed it into a coffee mug, and handed it to Alien. "I trust that you'll take good care of this," he said.

"Of course," Alien said.

As Lindsey's car approached, Figment, Pepper, Poison, Youngblood, and Revenge ran inside. They were greeted by Frank's dogs, but the barking quieted down as Figment shut the door. As soon as they were inside, Youngblood explored the house, fascinated by what he saw.

"Oh my God," Youngblood said as he approached a shelf filled with superhero action figures. "Are these collector's edition? That's amazing."

"And did I actually get an Eisner?" Pepper said, standing on his tiptoes to look at the award.

"Yeah, it was for The Umbrella Academy," Poison said.

"I have no idea what an Umbrella Academy is..." Pepper said.

"It's where they teach you how to use an umbrella, obviously," Revenge said sarcastically.

"...but that's fucking incredible," Pepper finished.

All of a sudden, Youngblood spotted something out of the corner of his eye. He walked over to the window, and when Revenge saw him, he asked, "What's going on?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Youngblood said as he watched Alien approach a car parked on the street.

Before long, all five of the Gerards were crowded around the window, trying to see what was going on. Lindsey was in the driver's seat, looking just as beautiful as she had in 2007. She had rolled the window down, and she and Alien were busy talking, but Youngblood couldn't quite figure out what they were talking about.

"By the way, I finished listening to that copy of your album that you gave me," Lindsey said.

"What did you think?" Alien asked.

"I thought it was great. It probably wouldn't hurt to add some more guitars to Zero Zero though."

Alien laughed. "That's what Frank told me."

"I guess great minds think alike," Lindsey said. "How is Frank doing, by the way?"

"He's fine," Alien said. "He's working on his debut solo album too, so we've both been working a lot. We got to take the dogs on a walk last night though, which was really nice."

"Fwank?" a small voice said from the backseat. "Where's Fwank?"

"I can bring him over if you'd like," Alien said. "He's in the backyard."

"That's okay," Lindsey said. "I should probably get going anyways." She turned toward the backseat and said, "Bandit? It's time to get out."

"Can I bwing Pansy?" the small voice asked.

Alien gave Lindsey a questioning look. Lindsey sighed and explained, "She was missing Frank, so she made his old guitar out of cardboard."

Alien laughed. "Bandit, you should show that to Frank!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure he'll love it!"

"Okay!" she exclaimed as she hopped out of the car, still carrying her cardboard guitar. She was about five years old, and she looked surprisingly like Lindsey, although she'd inherited her father's hazel eyes.

"Aww, she's so tiny," Figment said.

"She's so big!" Poison said. "And she's talking in complete sentences and everything!"

"I'm confused," Youngblood said. "I'm going to have a kid?"

"Figment!" Pepper exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell us about this?"

Figment, as usual, didn't respond and kept watching out the window.

"Gerard, she's staying with you until Wednesday, right?" Lindsey said.

"Yeah, that sounds right," Alien said as Bandit begged him to play dress-up with her later.

"Okay," Lindsey said. "I'll see you two then. Say hi to everyone for me."

"I will," Alien said.

"Bye Mom!" Bandit shouted as Lindsey drove away.

A few moments later, Frank emerged from the backyard. "Hey Gerard, I think I got the grill working," he said. "You look really nice in that suit, by the way."

"Thanks," Alien said. "I think I might wear it on tour."

Frank was about to say something, but Bandit interrupted him. "FWANK!" she shouted as she gave him a hug.

"Hi Bandit," Frank said. "It's good to see you."

Bandit let go of him and held up her cardboard guitar. "Look Fwank!" she exclaimed. "I made Pansy!"

Frank smiled and said, "That's rad." He turned to Alien and asked, "Gerard, how did you get such an awesome kid?"

"Are you kidding?" Alien said. "It's probably just because she hangs around you all the time." He turned back to Bandit and asked, "So what are we going to do after the barbecue? Dress-up? Dungeons and Dragons?"

"Dungeons and Dwagons!" Bandit exclaimed.

"Okay, D&D it is," Alien said. "You know, your Uncle Mikey and I used to play that game all the time when we were younger. He never liked it when I was the Dungeonmaster though." All of a sudden, another car pulled into Alien's driveway. "Speak of the devil," Alien said. "I'm going to get some coffee - I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Frank said. He kissed Alien's cheek and then said, "See you in a few minutes."

Alien ran inside and went straight into the kitchen. As he filled his mug with coffee, he looked straight at his past selves and said, "You guys weren't spying on me, were you?"

"No, definitely not," Pepper said.

"Okay, good," Alien said. "Mikey and his girlfriend are here, and Ray's family is coming in a few minutes, so I really need you guys to stay out of the way. We'll time travel after the barbecue is over, okay?"

"I think we can handle that, Alien," Figment said.

Alien took a sip of his coffee and left, while the rest of the Gerards looked toward Figment. "Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Pepper asked.

Figment sighed and said, "If my memory serves me right, we're going to be here for a while."

Youngblood groaned. They had already gotten stuck once. The last thing he wanted was for it to happen again.