"You didn't actually answer my question, Figment," Pepper said. "What are we going to do?"

Figment thought about it, but he could barely concentrate when his stomach was growling like this. He hadn't eaten since he had left 2019, and now, he was suffering for it. "I don't know, but I'm hungry," he said. "Let's get something to eat."

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Poison said.

"Are you kidding?" Youngblood said. "I'm starving!"

"You know, if things get really desperate, we could just eat Poison," Revenge suggested.

"Fuck you!" Poison shouted.

While the others argued over what to do, Revenge took matters into his own hands and started digging around in the refrigerator. "Still no vodka?" he complained as he rummaged through Alien and Frank's food.

Figment sighed and asked, "Is there anything else in there?"

"Uhh...let's see," Revenge said. "There's a couple of sandwiches, some pasta, some chocolate cake..."

"Cake sounds good to me," Pepper said.

"Yeah, me too," Youngblood said.

"I was kind of hoping that we could have an actual meal, not just dessert, and besides, Frank's going to be mad if we eat the whole cake without him," Figment said. All of a sudden, his stomach growled again. He was in no position to complain. "Alright," he said. "Chocolate cake it is."

Revenge took the cake out of the refrigerator and cut it into pieces, leaving the biggest slice for himself. "How is that fair?" Youngblood asked as Revenge put almost half of the cake onto his plate and immediately started eating.

"Just a small slice for me, Revenge," Poison said. "I'm on a diet."

"Starving yourself for two days is not 'going on a diet,' Poison," Figment said.

"Quit lecturing me," Poison said.

Figment was done. He'd said that to himself many times before, but he swore it was true this time. He wouldn't put up with his past selves and their bullshit any longer. He could leave them all behind and go to 2016 by himself.

Then, he glanced out the window. Bandit was pretending to play her cardboard guitar, and Frank was standing next to her, showing off his best air guitar moves. Watching them almost brought a tear to his eye. He still couldn't get over how small Bandit was, how Frank loved her as if she was his own child, how perfectly he fit into his strange little family.

As he watched them, he remembered why he had gone back in time in the first place.

Figment looked back at Poison, and he decided to have some sympathy for him. Nine years ago, he had been in his exact position, and besides, he needed Poison's help if he was going to save Frank.

"I'm just telling you things that I wish I knew earlier," Figment said to his younger self.

Poison kept on complaining, but he reluctantly took a few bites of the cake. Meanwhile, Figment wolfed down his food. The cake was sweet and delicious, and his past selves looked like they were enjoying it too.

"We might want to find a better place to hide," Figment suggested as soon as he was done eating. "Someone could walk in and find us at any moment."

"Who cares?" Poison said. "All they'd see is me being fabulous, and I don't see any problem with that."

"Yeah, but imagine trying to explain why there are five people named Gerard Way in the kitchen," Pepper said. "I'm with Figment. We can't let the others find us, and we need to find a better hiding spot if we're going to do that."

Figment couldn't tell his past selves, but there was another reason why they needed to get out of the kitchen. Ray was at the barbecue, and he was in the Watch. If he found out that the five of them were here, they would all be in trouble. Sure, Ray had helped them four years ago, but Figment couldn't risk another run-in with the Watch. He'd already wasted enough of his time machine's battery trying to outrun Billie. He didn't want Ray trying to hunt him down too.

"Follow me," Figment said as he walked down the hall, went upstairs, and opened a door. The others filed into the master bedroom, and Figment locked the door behind them. "I think we'll be safe in here," he said.

That was when Revenge started looking through Alien's closet. "How many blue suits do I have in the future?" he said when he found an entire section filled with them. "I mean, whatever happened to black? Black's a nice color, right Pepper?"

"Yes, but you probably shouldn't be going through Alien's stuff," Pepper pointed out.

"Technically, it's my stuff," Revenge said. "So it's okay."

Meanwhile, Poison started posing with his ray gun again. "Why did you even bring that with you?" Pepper asked.

"Because I felt like it," Poison said. "Besides, maybe it will come in handy when we get out of this place and we can actually see the post-apocalyptic wasteland."

Figment sighed as he sat down on the bed. "I still don't get why you want to live through the apocalypse," he said.

"Because it'll be fun!" Poison exclaimed. All of a sudden, he started singing and dancing again. "I can't slow down! I won't be waiting for you! I can't stop now because I'm dancing!"

"Poison, be quiet," Pepper said. "They're going to find us if you keep that up."

"Pepper's right," Figment said.

Poison frowned and sat down next to Figment. "Can I dance at least?" he asked.

"Go for it," Figment said.

Poison went back to dancing around the room and striking sassy poses, while Revenge emerged from the closet. "Hey Figment, I've got a question," he said.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Why didn't you tell us that you had a kid?"

Figment paused for a moment and then said, "I was afraid that she would get hurt if you knew."

"Figment, why would we hurt your daughter?" Pepper said. "We're not psychos."

"We just like psychotic things," Revenge said.

"Hey, that's what I was going to say!" Pepper said. He high-fived Revenge, while Figment stared into the distance.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "I know you guys wouldn't do anything to her intentionally."

"So what did you mean?" Pepper asked.

"You'll understand someday," Figment said. "You'll understand what it's like to be a father. You'll understand what it is to love your daughter unconditionally, to hope that you're making the right choices for her, to hold her life in your hands, and then I think you'll get why I didn't want to tell you about her. I don't want her to get mixed up in this. No matter how this mission goes, I can't let anything happen to Bandit."

Figment wasn't sure that he had put it the right way, so he looked to Poison, who immediately stopped dancing and froze in place.

"Poison!" Pepper exclaimed before Poison could say anything. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Poison shrugged. "I would have told you," he said. "You just didn't ask."

"So does this mean I can't use Bandit as a blood sacrifice to resurrect Frank?" Revenge said. "Because I really think that might work."

Figment shook his head and said, "And that's the other reason why I didn't tell you."

That was when Poison held his ray gun to Revenge's head. "Take back whatever you just said about sacrificing my daughter to the devil, or I swear I'll shoot," he said.

"I know that's not a real gun," Revenge said, looking more bored than anything.

"I don't care!" Poison shouted. "I'll strangle you with my bare hands if I have to! Take it back!"

All of a sudden, Figment heard footsteps coming from downstairs. "Poison, be quiet," he whispered. "Someone's here."

Everyone went silent, but the footsteps disappeared. "That was weird," Pepper said.

"Yeah, but I think we're safe now," Figment said. He turned to Revenge and Poison. "You two need to be nice to each other. Poison, you were Revenge not that long ago, and Revenge, you'll become Poison one day, whether you like it or not. Can you two please just put up with each other until we save Frank?"

"How much longer is that going to be anyways?" Revenge asked. "Are we going anywhere else before we go to 2016?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too," Poison said. "I still have to fix my car in 2010, and I'm sure Frank is waiting for me..."

Figment didn't respond. He was done with answering questions, done with all of this. All he could think about was seeing Frank again.

"Come on, Figment," Pepper said. "Can't you at least tell us how much longer the barbecue's going to be?"

Figment looked back at his past selves, still staying quiet. There was Poison, with his trusty ray gun by his side. There was Pepper, wearing his black marching band jacket. There was Revenge, adjusting his tie and trying not to smudge his eyeliner. Alien was outside, hosting the barbecue, but someone was missing.

"Wait a second," Figment said. "Where did Youngblood go?"