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It's late afternoon when someone who really looks like he doesn't belong here saunters in from the front door. (It's probably the uniform.) There's surprise on his face at first - who isn't surprised when a bar you've never been to before shows up where your closet should be? - but the expression is soon replaced with a big smile.

There's a blue flash and he's at the bar ordering a cup of coffee, black, and then another flash and he's seated in one of the comfy armchairs by the window. Legs crossed ankle over knee, he sits back and watches the display with an odd curiosity.

This has to be it. The place the workers at the Commission only whisper about.

Number Five has finally arrived at Milliways.

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"Outside the Academy."

Wilford is getting that look from him again. "What are you getting at?"

"Nothing, yet," Wilford says. "But I do find it very interesting that your main lead came from your brother, outside your..." he waves his hand vaguely, "... Academy."

Their home? Their school? Their compound?

God, he hates these things.

"The Umbrella Academy. It was our home."

Wilford, don't get to thinking Five hasn't considered all this. "It is interesting. It means we tried to stop it, that they were all actually there. It also means we're probably involved."

"And that's when a smart man would walk away," Wilford says. "If you think you're involved, don't involve yourself."

He feels like Five is not the sort to walk away, somehow. Just a hunch.

"I think my family is involved, not myself." It's a distinction he feels needs to be made. "I can't walk away and let it happen again."

"And if not walking away is what causes it?" Wilford asks.

He desperately wants to see how this plays out, but it would be terribly irresponsible of him to not be the voice of reason.

Or something.

Or maybe he's just egging Five on. He's not even sure.

"My involvement is new, yes. Who knows what could happen with my interference. Trust me, I know how this goes. I'm the actual time traveller here." He already fucked up majorly. He's well aware he could do it again.

"I have eight days to stop this. If my family would just shut up for a minute and listen to me, we'd be able to do it."

Wilford laughs, loudly.

"I've met your brother. If the rest are anything like him, good fucking luck. You're all doomed."

That's a good one, Five.

Oh, he's frowning at you Wilford. About the last thing he can take right now is someone laughing at him.

"No, we're fucking not."

"Well. Let me know how it turns out," Wilford says.

He's done all he can.

As he gets up, he tosses his newspaper down onto the table.

"It'll be interesting, I'm sure," he says as he heads toward the door.

The paper is open to a lengthy book review, the topic of which is doomsday cults and their leaders.

Wilford's name is on the cover.

"It's going to be great!" he yells at Wilford as he walks away. The newspaper is noticed and scowled at. Doomsday Cult? This guy has no idea what he's talking about.

He rips the cover off and throws it... away. Then he storms off to the back door to look for Klaus.

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