There's a meteor coming for Darrow, and there's nothing Five can do to stop it.
When the news first started spreading, Five had been skeptical. Strange shit happens in Darrow, and as far as he's been able to tell so far, much of it doesn't amount to much. Sometimes there are monsters, sometimes there are small town cults, but life generally gets back to some semblance of normal quickly.
But when the chatter becomes more than just chatter, and when he can't seem to figure out any way to stop it-- if he'd know what caused it before it was maybe there would have been a chance-- Five's left basically helpless.
He doesn't like it one bit.
But with no briefcase and no way to be sure that trying to time travel on his own won't just strand him in Darrow's 1963, Five finds himself turning to despair. And bourbon. They keep the house pretty decently stocked most of the time, so at least he doesn't have to go out for it. He's four drinks in before he figures, who cares if he gets stuck and has to spend another couple of decades alone? At least he'll have time to figure out how to keep his family safe again. At least this time, he can save them from the apocalypse.
Five sets his drink down on a table in the Hargreeves library, holds out both fists and he's surrounded by a blue glow. He tries to concentrate, but his head is fuzzy, the room is spinning and he's tired. The blue glow is gone as quickly as it appeared, and then there's just Five: drunk, useless and unable to protect his family. Again.
When the news first started spreading, Five had been skeptical. Strange shit happens in Darrow, and as far as he's been able to tell so far, much of it doesn't amount to much. Sometimes there are monsters, sometimes there are small town cults, but life generally gets back to some semblance of normal quickly.
But when the chatter becomes more than just chatter, and when he can't seem to figure out any way to stop it-- if he'd know what caused it before it was maybe there would have been a chance-- Five's left basically helpless.
He doesn't like it one bit.
But with no briefcase and no way to be sure that trying to time travel on his own won't just strand him in Darrow's 1963, Five finds himself turning to despair. And bourbon. They keep the house pretty decently stocked most of the time, so at least he doesn't have to go out for it. He's four drinks in before he figures, who cares if he gets stuck and has to spend another couple of decades alone? At least he'll have time to figure out how to keep his family safe again. At least this time, he can save them from the apocalypse.
Five sets his drink down on a table in the Hargreeves library, holds out both fists and he's surrounded by a blue glow. He tries to concentrate, but his head is fuzzy, the room is spinning and he's tired. The blue glow is gone as quickly as it appeared, and then there's just Five: drunk, useless and unable to protect his family. Again.