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Tick... Tick... BOOM!

Jiya was awake, tossing and turning in the middle of night in their small, claustrophobic bunker. She watched Rufus's hands flex and move naturally as they hugged up behind her. However, they moved from her to his pillow. Jiya slowly lifted the cover from herself and got out of bed. She slipped into her slippers and opened the heavy bunker door with some difficulty. Finally, she crawled between the crack she made in her effort and dusted herself off to salvage dignity. From her pocket, she took out her phone and put in her earphones to cover the quiet.

Jiya sat down on the couch closest to the kitchen and glanced around the darkness. It seemed so quiet, but she couldn't help but feel something was coming. The burden of becoming a medium without any choice. Something was always coming, and she would be first to know. It terrified her more than anything that she knew things others didn't.

However, Rufus coming back was not what she expected. Jiya never foresaw that she could ever save him, and everything seems certain when you can see it. She coached herself to focus on her music, so she wouldn't think.

"You're awake as well." The voice startled her immediately out of the daze she was in. She swung around to see Flynn, arms crossed at the door. She wasn't used to it, still but she was getting more comfortable with his presence in the bunker. In fact, she could see the man was actually trying to be decent.

It became evident when Rufus was gone. Jiya guessed it was just loss shared between the two. Maybe he felt sorry for her, which was belittling. Whatever it was, she always gave people a chance.

"No." She answered and took out an earphone to to talk to him. He leaned against a doorway and crossed his arm to keep up a careless demeanor. Then, she heard what was keeping him awake then Lucy was heard opening a door, Wyatt's specifically. Flynn looked at the door and Jiya watched his demeanor and then blinked as she deduced. Jiya chose however not to say anything about it. It was none of her business.

"Right, uh good luck with Rufus." He nodded to her then began to walk away. The man was obviously embarrassed he exposed feeling anything for Lucy. He had to focus on the mission, his family. They needed him, clearly more than Lucy did. Wyatt was her guy still.

1989

Jonathan laid his fingers on the keys of his piano, and stroked them to comfort himself. That noise again, dammit. He held his head and chest as the pain spiraled. He didn't know what it was with the noises, but it gave his anxiety a voice. Tick, Tick, BOOM! " That's a good title." He didn't realize he said it out loud. He instantly looked shy and glanced around the loft, where his friend Michael slept on the couch. All that could be heard was the horns, cornerstone of New York's array of noises. Jonathan let them blast than began to play again, just a few bars for a performance tonight. They were only songs from a show in the making. Jonathan knew it was taking a risk by putting his life on stage, but it felt authentically his. There was nothing that could go wrong. Sure, it would take awhile but one day he'd make it and be the composer he truly wanted to be. A little performance or two in a tiny little theater with he and his piano, where his heart lied.