1955. The year that the Salk polio vaccine was invented. It was also a good year for Disney [mainly Mikey Mouse and Peter Pan]. That's where Nova's knowledge on the year ended.

Pros: The cars were okay. Cons: no access to modern shows [ex: The Office; The Walking Dead] or music [ex: Green Day; Queen; literally anything past 1955 would do]. Other cons: it's 1955. More pros: clothing???

Nova sighed as she tapped her fingers on the desk. She officially hated the year 1955, and she was insanely bored. She had solved her case around half an hour ago.

Five stood up as the buzzer went off. He extended his hand to Nova. "Come on Nov, let's go to lunch." She smiled and grabbed his hand, swiping something off of the 'end of the world' desk.

"Lunch sounds nice." Unfortunately, they ended up eating lunch with their new boss.

"I have a question: since when did you guys start working for Willy Wonka?"

The Handler laughed at Nova's remark. "Oh dear, you flatter me. Oh, that reminds me, I got you two something. I think they'll go just great with your new bodies."

Nova glanced at her reflection and for a split second, she saw what she really looked like.

Nova blinked and her reflection changed back. Inhaling deeply, she turned around. Weapons. Grenades. Flame throwers. Maybe 1955 wasn't so bad after all. As Nova and Five were ushered out of the room, a grenade 'magically' found itself in her coat pocket.

"I think they know. We need to get out of dodge." Pulling the grenade out of her pocket, she turned to Five with a smile. "Want to go out with a bang?"

Five smiled in response. "I love you. And yes, yes I do."

Nova laughed as Five and her reappeared. "That's where you're wrong. We were never alone. We had each other. Consider this as our resignation." And with that, a grenade went flying towards The Handler before they teleported again.

Nova was right about one thing: she did go out with a bang.