"Five?
"Lexa?" We both shared a smile as we pulled each other in for a long, overdue hug. "Where have you been?" He asked me in disbelief.
"It's kind of a long story," I said with a shrug. "Basically, I was sent back to my past, which is technicall...
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I watched as Five began pacing the room, deep in thought. The repeated motion was started to make me feel dizzy so I had to look away.
"Of course Dad would be involved in the assignation," Diego stated. "I should've known."
"No, you're jumping to conclusions," Five said. He finally paused his pacing.
"Then, what the hell else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?" Diego exclaimed. He was face to face with Five, his tone becoming louder and filled with more rage with each word he spoke. I knew that he had a deep hatred towards his Father, but I was starting to think that his sudden anger had to do with something—or someone—else.
I leaned against the wall behind me and crossed my arms over my chest. My eyes stared above at the ceiling. All of the loud noises and commotion was giving me a bad headache due to the concussion that I am probably suffering from.
"It doesn't look good, I admit," Five started.
Diego cut in again though. "No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing."
"Easy, Diego," Five said as if his brother was losing his mind. "Seriously."
Diego shook his head. "No, it makes sense," he exclaimed in realization. "This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop Dad from killing the president."
"Diego, calm down, alright?" Five sighed. I could tell he was starting to become irritated by Diego's proclamations. "Dad was no Boy-Scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing."
"How would you know?" Diego asked. "You skipped out on his golden years." My eyes instantly averted from the staring at the ceiling to look at Five and Diego.
"Skipped out?" Five repeated. He narrowed his eyes at his brother. "You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for forty-five years. You know what? We don't have the time for this right now." Although Five dropped the subject and dismissed his brother, I knew that he was upset about what Diego had said and thought. It was kind of a low blow, even for him. "Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I hate timelines," I muttered. Five caught my quiet comment and sent me a questioning look. "We'll talk about it later," I said with a shrug. He just nodded.
"Dallas is a big place," Diego stated. "We need to find him first." I perked up with an idea. I phased through the wall and walked back to the room where we had all reunited. I remembered seeing a small bookshelf on the side of the room. My eyes wandered over the titles on each spine until I pulled out a book with the label 'Greater Dallas.' Then, I phased back through the walls and into the room where Diego and Five were still standing.
