Chronological markers: this scene fits like a deleted scene from The Umbrella Academy, saison 2, episode 8, around 05:10 (about the time Klaus arrives at Allison's).
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Thursday, November 21 1963, 6:37 p.m.
I couldn't describe the euphoria I felt as I left Wayne Wilson's little house. I left Mark there after helping him all afternoon to dust and clear the place of anything out of order. I left him the little cart: he's going to need it again. Just like Wayne before he dissipated into the Void, I'm now buoyed by a sense of accomplishment.
As I turn the corner onto Avon Street, the neon lights of the movie theater and the street lamps flicker on, with a clattering sound in the falling night. The whole neighborhood smells of grilled meat and rustles with the conversations of the Dallas citizens awaiting Kennedy's visit. It doesn't matter what tomorrow brings, really.
I cross in front of Rosati and Sons, about to head back towards the Mansion down the dusty back streets. Far less troubled than last time, I glance at the alley into which we've all arrived. At peace with this era, now. I'm even about to smile. Yet something makes me squint, intrigued.
There on the ground, i can see a huge stain of what looks to me like corn-soup vomit, or something similar. Disproportionate compared to what a human being can throw up. And at the end of the alley, against the back door of the Morty's building belonging to the man named Eliott, I catch a glimpse of Luther's large silhouette, crossing his arms with an air of helplessness.
Do you know what I call this kind of situation? A 'Hargreevism'. And I think I'm going to enjoy one of them tonight, in all its glory. I skirt around the horrible stinking pool that splashes its disgusting projections all the way onto the brick wall of Commerce and Knox, and walk towards the one who seems to be sulking, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater.
"Hey, Luther," I say, shoving my hands into the pockets of my gardening overalls.
He looks at me, possibly wondering what I'm doing in this get-up, and asks in a dull voice while chewing on a piece of jerky:
"Why didn't you come when Klaus did?"
I arch a puzzled eyebrow and briefly look back in the direction of the infamous puke behind me, seized with doubt. When there's vomit on the floor and I hear his name, I always tend to make the connection in spite of myself.
"Klaus came here?"
Luther chews and looks at me.
"Diego went to tell you about the gathering point and time. Klaus was the only one on time, I would have thought it would have been thanks to you."
"He was on time..."
The very fact that I feel the need to repeat these words to convince myself speaks volumes. I suspect it was still Ben, at the helm of the ship, but the question that comes to mind above all is:
"But - wait, he was on time for what? What was this 'gathering' about?"
Luther breathes a deep sigh, and turns his gaze to the top of the brick wall, as if he can see something there that I can't. Or rather, as if he's remembering what happened earlier, with disappointment.
"Five had a briefcase. Calibrated to get us home by 2pm."
"Are you kidding?"
My voice practically breaks as I exclaim this. But in front of me, Luther keeps chewing sullenly, looking at me with his little blue eyes.
"I suck at making quips, why would I joke about this."
"What the hell happened? Why was Klaus the only one on time?"
"I don't know. Even Diego didn't come back. Where were you, why weren't you with him?"
"Sometimes I do have a life of my own, see..."
I look at the ground, thinking. Gathering everyone together out of the blue doesn't seem so simple to me.
"I was... gardening at some friends'."
"Some friends..."
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