Randy Heim's eyes widened. There were no words.
"Randy?"
Randy turned to his right. Ethan Bradshaw ran toward him, an unconscious Rembrandt Brown. Ethan stared at him, displaying a hint of fear on his face.
"Randy!"
Randy looked to his left. Melissa Clark looked at him. Her face was pained, probably a response to Richard Hall betraying them...her.
A whir sounded through the air. Randy looked past both of them. It was Stone. He vanished into a closing red vortex. The reason...was the slidestorm tearing through the sky.
There was only two people who knew how to create one. Randy...and Zoe. Zoe...the female double of himself.
A beep got Randy's attention. He quickly got the timer out. He aimed it.
"Randy, wait!" Melissa yelled. "What about Brown?"
Randy looked up at the slidestorm. It tore through buildings at a rapid rate. He looked at her.
"No time," Randy replied.

Rembrandt Brown's eyes flickered open. He thought it was the rubbing of the cloth on his head. He started to move.
"Hold on there."
Firm hands pushed Rembrandt back down on the bed. As Rembrandt's eyes adjusted, he saw he was in a hospital room. He also saw his nurse was Dru Preston. Most of her doubles were crafty women. He was sure she was no different.
"That's quite a knock you got there," Dru said.
"Comes with the job," Rembrandt replied.
"Rough job?"
"Something like that."
"Well, I think I'll have the doctor check you out," Dru said, standing. "Being unconscious for two days might be reason for concern."
Rembrandt's eyes widened. "Two days?"

WHAT IF YOU SLIDE TO A DIFFERENT DIMENSION? A PLACE WHERE YOU'RE THE SAME PERSON, IT'S THE SAME YEAR, BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS DIFFERENT?

OVER SIX YEARS AGO, WE HAVE SEEN...

...A WORLD WHERE THE LOUISIANA PURCHASE NEVER TOOK PLACE...

OR

...A WORLD WHERE YOUR DREAMS OF BEING A STAR CAME TRUE...

OR

...A WORLD WITH A WAR BETWEEN TWO DIFFERENT ALIEN RACES?

BUT...WHAT IF YOU COULD NEVER GET HOME?

SLIDERS: ALTERNATE SPIN-SEASON 7
EPISODE 20: CROSSROADS (S7 FINALE)

Randy's eyes flickered. He had been lost in thought. Stupid him! Now was not the time for being distracted.
The man lunged at him. Before Randy could stop him, the man grabbed Randy's arm. He then flipped Randy over him, his back hitting the mat hard.
A yell escaped Randy's lips. Meanwhile, the man leaned over. He looked oblivious to Randy's pain, his blond hair wet from sparring. He frowned.
"Okay, Heim," the man said. "Seriously. What's the point of paying me to train you if you are not even paying attention?"
"Good question."
The man quickly stood up straighter. As he did, Randy watched him roll his eyes. He quickly turned to face the spearker. Randy also looked, a small grin on his face.
Ethan looked at both of them, standing near a tree. He looked oblivious to the joggers, frisbee throwers, and yoga posers that made up the inhabitants of Golden Gate Park that day. His gray eyes were on Randy's trainer Jim. Jim looked back at him, arms crossed over his chest.
"Great!" Jim exclaimed. "The ball and chain has arrived." He turned to look down at Randy. "When you feel like you're ready to fight, give me a call." He looked at Ethan again. "Ethan." Ethan stared back. "Jim."
Jim headed down the walkway. Ethan watched him go, a stern look on his face. Randy looked at Ethan. He let a moment pass before he stood up.
"You always going to give him a hard time?" Randy asked.
"Don't trust him," Ethan said, not looking at Randy.
"Jealous, are we?"
That got Ethan's attention. He turned to Randy. A look of disbelief was all over his face.
"You wish," Ethan replied.
Randy grinned. "Good call."
Ethan laughed. Randy followed suit. Given the last few weeks...his double Zoe, Richard's betrayal, Mr. Stone...it was nice to laugh. It was nice...to be around Ethan again. He...was happy.
A moment passed. Ethan's face darkened. He looked away quickly.
"Jim's right though," Ethan said. "You're off your game."
"But it's not a game," Randy said. "Not anymore."
"Because of Zoe?"
"Zoe. Rebecca. Richard. Stone. The Yuzaki," Randy said. "Take your piece. And we already lost two men."
"You'll find Quinn," Ethan said.
"And Brown?" Randy challenged. "From what you told me, it might not be a good thing to leave him out there."
Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. He finally looked at Randy again.
"Isn't it?" Ethan asked.
Randy frowned. "What do you mean?"
"He killed you," Ethan said. "Good riddance."
"And Rembrandt?" Randy asked. "Should he worry? Again?"
Ethan looked down. Randy stared at him, knowing Ethan couldn't say anything.
What could he say? Rembrandt kept losing people close to him. Randy was sure when Rembrandt woke up, there would be hell to pay.
"Speaking of Remmy," Randy said, "We should see if there--"
Randy stopped. His eyes looked over Ethan's shoulder. A little bit away under a tree, a woman stared back at him.
His eyes narrowed. It wasn't just any woman, her hand touching the tree to steady herself.
Her name was Cassandra. She came from a world where to be in the military was to be part of an elite (if Gothic) group. Like another double Randy had met, Cassandra could see the future. From time to time, Randy saw her. It was a bad omen.
Ethan popped into his line of vision. While his forehead frowned, Ethan's eyes were full of concern.
"You okay?" Ethan asked.
"It was--" Randy started, pointing past Ethan. Then he paused.
Cassandra was gone.

The elevator dinged. The doors opened. Still Melissa didn't feel any better as she entered the hospital hallway.
Richard Hall...was gone. He had left with Zoe, Randy's female double. She was in cahoots with Rebecca Pryce, a conwoman from a world where the con was the thing. It turned out that he had been working with her for months. His goal? To destroy Randy.
And all of it...was because of her. Because she still had feelings for Randy. Because she could not deal with Randy being with a guy. It had came to a head on a world where the Alexandrian Empire still ruled. Richard broke up with her. He had been bitter ever since.
And yet...he slept with her again. Okay, they were both drunk. They were both having a good time. How was she was to know he was scheming with Rebecca?
Melissa paused. And yet...he had wanted her to slide with him off that last world. He still cared. She couldn't get over his lie.
'You got your freebie. You got your freebie. You gave me information...like you did Eve.' Melissa headed for Rembrandt's room again. Her mind thought about the dark Slider Eve. Apparently, Randy had gotten captured. He had made a deal to get away. He had yet to tell anyone what he did. All anyone got out of him was...nothing.
Was he lying?
Melissa made it to Rembrandt's room. She wondered how he would feel when she told him. She paused, her eyes widening.
Rembrandt...was gone.

"What?"
Melissa looked at Ethan. He stood in the door looking at her. They had arrived at Rembrandt's room a little while ago. Melissa looked at him, frowning.
"Rembrandt's gone," Melissa continued. "Dru said he checked himself out."
"What?" Ethan uttered.
That earned him a glare from Melissa. Ethan didn't care. He turned to Randy who was staring about the room.
"They're just dropping like flies," Randy said.
"We have to find him," Melissa replied, looking at Randy.
Ethan felt a frown crept onto his face. "Do we?"
Melissa turned on Ethan. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Ethan said.
"Guys--" Randy started.
"Remmy is a friend," Melissa said, cutting Randy off. "I'm not going to leave him behind."
Ethan looked over at Randy. He saw it. The light died in Randy's eyes. His head snapped back in Melissa's direction.
"No, you just sleep with them," Ethan shot back.
"Ethan!"
Ethan looked back at Randy. His brown eyes were alight again. However, it wasn't with joy. It was anger.
"Like I said before," Melissa said. "New Richard."
"Except I won't sleep with--" Ethan started.
"Enough!" Randy snapped. "You two stop!"
"Like you and Richard?" Melissa challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared at Randy. "Please." She turned on Ethan. "Would you leave Jared, Dru, Kim...Caleb!...on a world?"
Ethan was sure his face darkened. Caleb was a crush on his world. Caleb was out and proud. Ethan had been too worried about how Jared and the gang would see him. He had not been comfortable in his own skin. Still...
"I didn't think so," Melissa said, cutting through Ethan's thoughts. She looked at Randy. "I'm going to find Remmy. With or without you." Then she stormed out.
Ethan stared after her. He rolled his eyes. Then he turned to Randy.
"Did she--" Ethan started.
He stopped.
Randy looked back at him. His face was the picture of annoyance. Ethan frowned.
"What?" Ethan asked.
"Give her a break," Randy said.
"So Rembrandt is on your friend list?" Ethan shot back.
"I'm sure he's hurting," Randy said. "So is she. No need to pour salt in the wound."
Ethan's eyes narrowed on Randy. "Always to her defense."
Randy's eyes narrowed. "It's not about that."
"Isn't it?"
Randy threw a glare. Ethan knew he shouldn't have said anything. Randy headed for the door.
"Randy--" Ethan started.
"You need to get over it," Randy said, walking out. "And find Rembrandt."

Rembrandt wished for a drink.
He had done it. That Egghead had done it again. Not only had another slide storm been unleashed on another world, Randy had left another member on a world. Darnell. His nephew. Enough.
Enough of Randy telling him what to do. Enough of him listening to him. Enough of leaving friends and family behind.
Family.
Rembrandt felt the frown as he reached the gate of the townhouse. For the last little while, Darnell had been losing control of powers he gained from the Kromaggs. Then on that last world where the United States knew of sliding, Darnell...
What did Darnell do?
Rembrandt made it to the door. The truth was he didn't remember. Every time he had tried, Rembrandt got a splitting headache. However according to a double of Miashuyhi Kim, he was the last person to see Darnell. Everyone else...including a double of Quinn...had been left in comas.
Where was Darnell? Had he escaped the slide storm Zoe unleashed?
Rembrandt knocked on the door. As he waited for a response, he knew he had to know the answers to these questions. No more waiting. For a moment, he thought of Richard and his old alliance with him. Maybe Richard had been right after--
The door swung open. Rembrandt couldn't hide his smile. It was good to know most doubles thought like the original.
"Can I help you?" Randy asked.

"I think that is cool."
Rembrandt managed a smile as Randy's double placed a cup of herbal tea in his hands. He watched as Randy sat across from him, reaching for a cup of tea off of the coffee table separating then from each other in the elaborate study. Randy took a sip of his tea before he looked at Rembrandt again through gold-rimed glasses.
"In fact," Randy continued, "I am flattered that the government believes I'm some hotshot physicist." He took a sip of his tea again. "However, you're mistaken."
Rembrandt held his chest. It felt like his heart was about to shoot out of his chest. Another hope dashed.
He shook his head. No. He wasn't about to give up. There had to be another way...
Suddenly, the sound of an explosion travelled into the air. The townhouse shook, causing Rembrandt to grab onto the couch with fear. His eyes fell on Randy's double. He sat and sipped his tea, the picture of calm.
"What was that?" Rembrandt asked.
Randy's double looked surprised. "What?"
"That explosion."
"What ex--"
"Don't you start--"
"Fine," the double said, rolling his eyes. Another explosion rocked the townhouse, causing him to groan. "Those...interruptions would be my brother."
Rembrandt frowned. "Brother?"
"Yes," Randy's double replied. "He's a bit of a tinkerer."
Rembrandt's eyes widened." Tinkerer?"

Randy felt his head throbbing as he walked down the sidewalk.
Melissa and Ethan were fighting more frequently. He was sure it had less to do with the possibility of getting home and more to do with him. In light of Richard's betrayal and leaving, they were both on edge. So was Rembrandt.
Rembrandt. Where could he be?
Randy frowned. He just knew Rembrandt was doing something to undermine him. It wasn't any difference than Richard...and looked how that turned out.
"And why wouldn't he undermine you?"
Randy turned to his right. Cassandra walked beside him. Her hands were behind her back, her curly blond hair flowing behind her like a smellering sea. Randy turned forward and continued walking.
"What is it now, Cassandra?" Randy asked.
"I am just seeing if you have picked a side," Cassandra said. "After all, that will be what it comes down to."
"So a lot of people keep saying," Randy said.
"And you believe," Cassandra replied. "Otherwise, I would not be here."
"But you're not really here."
"More reason that I am correct."
"Go away, vision."
"Have you even thought about my vision?" Cassandra asked.
"Well, this talk is all in my head, right?" Randy challenged. He looked at her. "You tell me."
Cassandra stopped walking. She stared back at Randy. Her blue eyes were piercing.
"I think," Cassandra said, "you know."
Suddenly, a shadow fell across Randy. He turned to see what it was. His eyes widened.
It was Cassandra again. On each side of her was one of her henchmen. They were doubles of his college roommate Ben Loveland and Melissa. Like Cassandra, they were dressed goth. The world they came from the military dressed in Goth black and were very efficient. Cassandra looked at Randy and held out her hand to shake. Her eyes looked past Randy. They filled with sorrow.
"I am very sorry," Cassandra said.
Randy turned around...

...to find Ethan staring at him. He frowned.
"Are you okay?" Ethan asked.
Randy looked around. There was no sign of Cassandra. There was only Ethan and him on the steady San Francisco sidewalk.
"Uh...yea," Randy managed. He looked at Ethan. "What are you doing?"
"You were upset," Ethan said. "I wanted to be sure you were okay."
Randy frowned. "I'm fine. It's Rembrandt I'm worried about. Find him."
"Why?"
Randy looked at Ethan. Ethan frowned. His look was like Randy was speaking Latin.
"Yes, I said it," Ethan said. "I'm sick and tired of everyone taking pop shots at you. If he wants to up and leave, I say fine."
"But we don't know that," Randy said. "For all we know Stone or Zoe or the Yuzaki got him. So...we split up and find him."
Ethan glared. Randy sighed. He was sure it was as frustrating as he felt.
"I'm not losing anyone else, Ethan," Randy said. "Not now. They want to go home. I'm getting them home." He touched Ethan's shoulder. Ethan's glare gave way to a pout. "Please, Ethan. For me. Put the anger aside."
Ethan gave a nod. Randy smiled.
"Good," Randy said. "Let's get looking."

'In any case, he's with me.' Melissa sat down on the park bench. Zoe's words were still in her head. She knew she shouldn't listen to anything she said. So...why was it on her mind?
Apparently, Richard had captured Randy and had him on Dark Sliders World. He had managed to escape...surprisingly with Zoe's help. Zoe appeared very straight-forward. Randy would not have the coordinates to get back to the world the others were trapped on alone.
Melissa frowned. What would Randy have to do to get back? Eve was mentioned. Had he made a deal?
"Melissa?"
Melissa looked up. A guy was approaching her. As he came closer, Melissa recognized who it was.
Ben Loveland stopped by her bench. This Ben double had shaggy tight brown curls and a goatee. He smiled as he found his suspicion confirmed.
"It is you!" Ben exclaimed. "It's been a few years."
Melissa managed a smile. "Uh...yeah. It has. How are you?"
"Good," Ben answered. "Gave up the partying. Mostly. Got the degree. Working. You?"
Melissa opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. Then she opened it again.
"Uh..." Melissa started.
It had been years since she thought about her degree. Or college. When she had begun sliding, Melissa had been interested in a lot of things. Psychology. English. She was really drawn to Theater. Acting.
"I," Melissa said, "am still trying to figure it out."
Ben frowned. "Really? Doesn't sound like you."
"Long story."
"Good," Ben said, flashing her a smile. "Then we can do it over coffee. Or maybe...drinks?"
Melissa frowned. She was supposed to be looking for Rembrandt. This was her on break. She couldn't...
Melissa stood up. She could. Rembrandt more than likely was taking a break from all of them.
"Lead the way," Melissa declared.

Another explosion rocked the townhouse as Rembrandt went down the basement stairs. He paused. For the first time, he wondered if this was the right thing to do.
"It's really nothing."
Rembrandt came out of his thoughts. Randy's double stared back at him. His face was the picture of annoyance.
"He's always down here," Randy's double said. "Always failing."
"Not always."
Randy's double turned around. Rembrandt took a few more steps down the basement stairs to see the speaker.
Jared Heim looked up fron his work desk. His eyes looked so small behind his glasses as he glared at them. His hair was completely unkept.
"I've created quite a few things," Jared continued.
Randy's double crossed his arms over his chest. "A device for purer coffee grains doesn't count." He looked at Rembrandt. "He's all yours."
Randy's double headed back upstairs. Rembrandt watched him go. Then he slowly headed down the stairs. Jared managed a smile.
"Uh...hello," Jared said. "Can I help you?"
"I hope so," Rembrandt said. "What do you know about wormholes?"

Melissa laughed over her coffee. She pulled back from the table, throwing her hand up in protest.
"I'm so sorry," Melissa exclaimed. "That's just tooo...."
Ben chuckled. "It's all good. It's pretty funny."
Melissa grinned. Ben and she had sat at the coffeehouse for hours. Given the last few weeks, it was nice to be able to laugh again.
She frowned. Her mind realized that the last thing was with Richard. They had been at the bar. They had been drinking and unwinding. One thing led to another. They had hooked up. Little had she known that Richard had been working with Rebecca the whole time, payback for her having feelings for Randy still.
Yet...he had invited her along with him when his secret had been revealed. Richard had wanted her to come along with him. But the lying was too great for her.
"Earth to Melissa?"
Melissa shook her head, coming out of her thoughts. Ben looked back at her, his eyes full of concern.
"Oh. Uh...sorry," Melissa managed. "My mind was a million miles away."
"I can tell," Ben said. "What's his name?"
"Oh," Melissa said, looking down. She could feel her face warming. "That obvious?"
"Only to someone who knows you," Ben said. He grinned slyly. "Or a hopeless romantic."
Melissa looked up, grinning.
"Fine," Melissa said. "I was."
"Cool," Ben said. "Who is he?"
"Richard," Melissa said.
Ben fell back in his chair. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. Melissa frowned.
"What?" Melissa asked.
Ben started to talk. He stopped quickly. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to him or Melissa. Then he leaned forward. Melissa could see the nervousness and fear in his eyes.
"Well," Ben began, "you remember Becca, right?"
Melissa frowned. "Huh?
"You know...Becca Pryce?" Ben continued. He leaned even closer, his voice a whisper. "Your lady fling?"
"My la--"
"Ssssh!" Ben hissed. "Quiet."
"What does me and--"
"All I'm saying," Ben said, cutting Melissa off again, "is it's nice to see you mooning for the RIGHT team."
Melissa glared. "'The right team?'"

Ethan was a few blocks away from the Dominion. He had looked everywhere he could think of. Even quite a few bars. No sign of Rembrandt. He hoped that Randy or Melissa had found--
"Ethan?"
Ethan turned around. His eyes widened. The surprise on his face was matched by the speaker: Caleb.
Caleb had been in love with Ethan on Ethan's homeworld. However, Ethan was not comfortable with his sexuality then. Then the Kromaggs showed up.
Caleb ran up to Ethan. Before Ethan could say anything about the fact Caleb had a beard and ponytail, Caleb grabbed his arm and kept moving. Ethan frowned and started to pull away.
"What are you doing here?" Caleb demanded. "Did anyone recognize you? Probably not or you would be dead or worse. Come--"
Ethan snatched his arm away. "What are you doing?"
Caleb frowned. "Me? What are YOU doing? Are you try--"
"Oh, God! It's him!"
"Great!" Caleb exclaimed.
"What?" Ethan asked. "Is--"
Suddenly, gunfire rang out.

Randy sat on the Dominion couch. He had been to the room...only to have nobody there. Apparently, he was the first person back.
Randy leaned back on the couch. He let his fingers run through his curly dark hair. His thoughts turned to the deal he made with Eve Albright.
Eve had the coordinates to get to his friends who were in trouble on a world that knew about sliding. He had been captured by his double Zoe. He was rescued and winded up in the middle of a power play on Dark Sliders World. All he had to do...was give her the knowledge he had erased years ago...and the equation to create a slide storm.
He agreed. And now...
The Dominion doors shot open, cutting into Randy's thoughts. He looked at the door. He immediately tensed up.
It was Rembrandt. He looked around the lobby. His eyes fell on Randy, a hint of anger showing. He headed for Randy. Behind him was a double of Randy's brother Jared. He looked completely uncomfortable.
"Rem--" Randy started.
"I can get us home," Rembrandt announced.

Randy felt his forehead wrinkled up.
"What do you mean you can get us home?" Randy asked.
Rembrandt looked back at Randy. " Jared has found a way to pinpoint location."
"Uh..." Jared said, his hand pointed out with a finger as he looked at Rembrandt. "Actually, I'm very close to--" His eyes fell on Randy. "Oh my God! It's true."
Randy ignored Jared's outburst. His eyes were on Rembrandt. Rembrandt stared back at him. His look was like the cat who ate the canary.
"What did you do?" Randy demanded.
"What you couldn't...or wouldn't," Rembrandt replied. "I found a way home."
"You endangered him!" Randy exclaimed.
Rembrandt chuckled. "You serious, Genius? You...YOU...tlaking about endangering? Besides...he had the equations--"
"But he wasn't sure they work!" Randy snapped.
"Wow!" Rembrandt exclaimed, looking him over. "You really don't like competition. Q-ball. Randall. Zoe."
"You just put a bullseye on his head."
"Bullseye?" Jared uttered.
Rembrandt looked at Jared. "Ignore him." He looked at Randy again. "Jealousy can be an ugly, ugly thing."
"Are you that desperate to get home?" Randy asked.
"Aren't you?" Rembrandt challenged.
Randy shook his head. "This is insane."
"What's insane," Rembrandt siad, "is that you're not doing everything you can to get us home. Or to find Quinn. Darnell. You still haven't did a thing about the Yuzaki. Stone. Edward Albright. You such the man? Why don't you? Make up your mind."
Randy looked at Rembrandt. He felt warm like he was about to eexplode. His hands balled into fists.
"There you are! Guys, we--"
Randy looked past Rembrandt and Jared. Melissa headed for them. She frowned.
"Okay, what I miss?" Melissa asked.

Ethan came around the corner. He swung around quickly. A moment later, Caleb shot around the corner. Before Caleb could react, Ethan grabbed Caleb's arms and penned him to a nearby wall.
"Okay, what's going on?" Ethan demanded.
Caleb frowned. "As if you don't know."
"I really don't," Ethan replied.
Caleb stared into Ethan's eyes. For a moment, it took Ethan back to a different time. It was a time when Ethan was in English class. The teacher was talking grammar aka nothing important. Ethan's mind drifted away...to Caleb's legs, which were hairy for a high school kid. Ethan stared at him, surprised at how...manly they were. He stared up...to find Caleb looking square at him. He looked away quickly.
Ethan stared away quickly, his hand loosening on Caleb's arms. Caleb looked down for a moment. Then he kneeled down, his fist connecting with Ethan's stomach. Ethan yelled. Before Ethan could do more, Caleb had him by the shoulders. He pushed Ethan into the wall.
"I do not know what's going on," Caleb said, his lips by Ethan's right ear, "but I trust in what you preach. So until you want to be arrested as a known gay man let's keep it moving."
Ethan was at a loss for words. His double could be arrested for what?
Footsteps moving quickly dragged Ethan out of his thoughts.
"You with me, E?" Caleb asked.
"Yea," Ethan replied.

Melissa sat down in the den. She sat down in the den...and waited. Okay, it was more like waited and got lost in her thoughts.
Jared had been down in the basement working. Rembrandt had chosen to watch. And then there was Randy. Randy wasn't there at the townhouse at all.
Melissa felt the frown form on her face. Ethan had gone missing. Randy went to look for him.
The sound of a squeaking door borught Melissa out of her thoughts. A moment passed before she heard footsteps. Then Randy appeared in the entrance way...alone.
"So nothing either huh?" Melissa asked.
Randy shook his head. "Nothing. Now I'm starting to worry."
"Maybe he's having a misadventure with his double's identity," Melissa suggested.
"Hm," Randy said, sitting down on the couch. "That could be trouble."
"Only if you and Jared don't get done," Melissa said. "Speaking of which, why you up here and not down there?"
Randy looked over at Melissa. She saw his forehead wrinkle up. The frown came immediately.
"I was worried about my boyfriend," Randy said. "Besides, Rembrandt has his whiz."
"He's not you though. Besides two heads are better than one." "Maybe."
"I remember you and Quinn brainstorming a lot."
Randy chuckled. "When we weren't trying to kill each other." Sadness crossed his face. "Now who knows where he is."
"Maybe you and Jared can fig--"
A look must have come across Randy's face. Melissa stopped talking immediately. A silence passed between them. Finally, Melissa stared at Randy real hard. Enough was enough.
"So is Rembrandt right?" Melissa asked. ""You think Quinn...maybe even Darnell...is dead?"
"I didn't say that," Randy protested.
"You didn't have to," Melissa shot back. "It's all over your face."
"Hey!"
"It's all right," Melissa continued. "Richard was already talking to the rest of us. He challenged us to ask why we were sliding at all. Members dropping like flies. The fact years have gone by. The fact people are after us." She looked away. "I ran into a Ben double today. He made me think...you know I didn't even finish my degree. And...I want to do that. I want to be happy. I...I want to go home. And if you can't...if you WON'T do that, maybe you and Ethan should leave."
Melissa looked back at Randy. She felt a lump in her throat. Randy looked back at her, his jaw dropped. The sting of hurt was in his brown eyes.
"You can give up the timer," Melissa continued, pushing through the lump. "Remmy and I will keep going. Find the others. Maybe even take Jared with us--"
"No," Randy said, his voice like ice.
"You don't decide what Jared does," Melissa said.
"Neither do you," Randy said. His eyes came alight with anger. "How could you? How could either of you bring yet another person into this? that's putting a bullseye on his head."
"Well, us trying to stay hidden isn't working," Melissa replied. "It's about time we got serious and tried something different."
"So now I"m not serious?" Randy snapped. "I was worried about--"
"Your boyfriend. Yes, I know," Melissa said. "Guess what? You have some people to worry about."
Randy's face darkened. He smirked.
"Mad it's him and not you?"
The slap came quickly. Randy's head shot to the right. Melissa shot up from her seat on the couch. It was almost like she had been the one slapped.
She turned away from the scene. A memory came to mind. It was when she had confronted Randy on Alexandrian World over having feelings for Ethan. At the time, she knew her relationship with Richard might be over. Now...she knew any chance of her being with Randy was over.
"What did you give Eve?" Melissa demanded.
"Wh--" Randy started.
"You were captured," Melissa said. "You made a deal. What did you give up?"
"Just a lie by--"
"You know," Melissa said, cutting Randy off, "for people who hated each other, you and Richard knew each other well. So...what did you give up?"
"I didn't--"
"Randy!" Melissa yelled facing him. "What did you give--"
"Fine!" Randy yelled back. "Eve has the formula to make a slidestorm!"
"What?"
Melissa's eyes widened. She turned around.
Rembrandt stood in the entrance of the den. His arms were beside him like a puppet whom strings were cut. His eyes however were full of fury. They were on Randy.
"You," Rembrandt uttered.
"Remmy--" Randy started, slowly standing up.
"Don't," Rembrandt said. "You left Darnell on a world with one of those things. You did the same with Quinn. You have no control over them yourself. Now you gave it up to a dangerous enemy?"
"I did it for you guys," Randy said. "It was a dangerous--"
"You didn't do it for us," Rembrandt spit out. "It was for your precious Ethan. And he deserves better."
"Hey!" Randy snapped.
"Can we stay on point?" Melissa asked. "How are things?"
Rembrandt looked at Melissa. Then he turned his head toward Randy. Then it was back to Melissa.
"Jared wanted to run some things by genius here," Rembrandt said. He looked at Randy again. "You might want to get to work for once."
Randy glared at Rembrandt. Silence reigned as the two men stared each other down. Melissa took in the scene with bated breath.
"Randy--" Melissa started.
Randy looked at her. His cheek had started to redden. His anger was apparent.
"Don't worry," Randy said. He looked at Rembrandt. "I'm going."
"Good," Rembrandt said.
Randy stormed out of the den. Rembrandt looked over at Melissa. Melissa looked back at Rembrandt, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I can't take much more of this," Rembrandt said.
"Well," Melissa said, looking past Rembrandt, "neither can he."
"You still trust him?"
Melissa continued to look past Rembrandt. Her mind was on what was said before Rembrandt showed up. She looked at him.
"Honestly?" Melissa said. "At this point...I don't know."

Ethan's eyes widened.
"Wow," Ethan uttered.
A soft punch to the shoulder brought Ethan back to reality. He turned to look at Caleb. Caleb's face was forward, a smile etched on it.
In front of them were several people were loading up were guns. Nearby he also saw several small groups of people chatting. One of the groups was hear a wall. On it Ethan saw was a picture of...himself. He was at a podicum, fist in the air.
"Uh...okay," Ethan uttered.
One of the people...a red-haired guy...looked from the group. His eyes widened. He hit a short Italian guy next to him. He looked as well, the look of surprise on his face. Soon everyone in the group looked, whispering among themselves.
"Am...am I that big of a deal?" Ethan asked aloud.
Caleb turned to look at Ethan, putting a hand on Ethan's shoulder. His eyes were full of confidence. He smiled.
"See what you did by coming forward," Caleb said. "See the kind of devotion you bring out in others for that. I know you said peaceful protests and sit-ins, but it's time to make a true statement." His face darkened, catching Ethan by surprise. "Gay rights: by any means necessary."

"Really?"
Randy turned. He formed a grimace.
"Why wouldn't I?" Randy asked. "Everyone says that I don't care about anyone, but myself."
Cassandra stared back across from Randy. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. For once, she wasn't dressed in her Goth clothes. Instead, she was dressed in overalls and a t-shirt. She frowned.
"Don't you?" Cassandra challenged.
Randy stared back at her. He leaned back away from the work bench that he had been working at with Jared. He touched his chest and pondered. Cassandra giggled.
"I care about getting everyone home," Randy said.
"Really?" Cassandra said.
"Yes," Randy said.
"Good." Cassandra's face darkened. "Then pick a side."

"Randy?"
Randy blinked, coming out of his thoughts. He was still at the work bench. Cassandra was nowhere around. Jared looked back at him, confusion on his face.
"Are you okay?" Jared asked.
"Uh...yeah," Randy managed. "You finished the equation?"
Jared smiled like a kid in a candy store. "Yep."
Randy smiled. He held up a device. It looked like a small black remote.
"Then...it's time for a test run," Randy said. "You game?"

Melissa sipped her coffee. Rembrandt sat across from her, staring at her. His eyes pierced into hers.
"Well?" Rembrandt said. "You going to answer the question."
Melissa put her coffee down. She continued to feel Rembrandt's eyes on her, waiting. She sighed.
"We've been doing this a long time," Melissa said.
"Exactly," Rembrandt said.
"But to just leave Randy here--"
"So you're on his side?"
"It's not about sides, Remmy."
Rembrandt frowned. "I beg to differ." He leaned back in his chair. "You know what? Richard was right."
"Really?" Melissa challenged. "And look at where he's at."
Rembrandt glared. Melissa drank her coffee. She didn't care.
"He was though," Rembrandt said. "We gave Randy a deadline. It passed. I didn't want to leave another person out there." His eyes stayed on Melissa. "I was wrong."
Melissa felt her jaw drop. She looked away, pushing her jet-black hair out of her eyes.
"We have another guy," Rembrandt continued. "He has equipment. He has the smarts. We don't need Genius. In fact...maybe we should stay here."
Melissa looked back at Rembrandt. Her eyes widened. She wondered if she had heard right. Stay? On this world?
"We could be home in days," Rembrandt said. "Maybe hours."
"On this world?" Melissa uttered. "Remmy."
"Yes, I know it's dangerous--"
"They're bigots," Melissa said. "And who knows how bad it really is--"
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the coffeeshop. Rembrandt shot to his feet quickly. Melissa did the same, her eyes looking around at the other patrons. They looked just as surprised.
"What in the world--" Rembrandt started.
"Look!"
Melissa turned to look out the window. That was when she saw them.
It was people. They marched down the sidewalks. A lot more walked down the streets, supported by white vans. The rest of the traffic came to a halt.
One of the car doors popped open, revealing an annoyed looking bald man with glasses. He took in the crowd blocking his car. Melissa saw his fist go up, his arm waving in the air. He looked like he was yelling.
The crowd was on him in seconds.
Then Melissa heard it. A chant.
"Equal rights now! Equal rights now!"
Then she saw Ethan. Her eyes widened as she watched him on top of a van with an opening. He was with several other people...one of whom Melissa recognized as Caleb.
"See what I mean."
Melissa jumped. She had been so surprised by the explosions. She had not realized Rembrandt was next to her. They both looked through the window.
"Always getting into other worlds' affairs," Rembrandt continued. "No wonder there are at least a dozen worlds gunning for us." His eyes narrowed on her. "More reason to get home. And Jared can do that."
"And Randy?" Melissa asked. "Ethan?"
Rembrandt's face darkened. He turned from her. Melissa followed his glance. It was back on Ethan and his group.
"Expendable," Rembrandt uttered.

The whir sounded off. Randy fell across the air. He hit the grass, dragging through it as the wind from the vortex knocked him as far as possible.
The vortex closed behind him. Randy looked around to see he was in Golden Gate Park.
"Wow."
Randy turned to his right. Jared was a few feet away. He had landed on the grass, his hair still flying in the wind. His face was full of awe.
"I...I had no idea," Jared uttered.
Randy managed a smile. "It does take getting used to."
"Yes."
Randy turned around. A figure was under a tree. They came out of the shadows. His eyes widened as he saw it was Cassandra.
"It does," Cassandra said.
"Who are you?"
Randy looked at Jared. "You see her?"
Jared frowned back at Randy. "Uh, yeah."
Randy looked back at Cassandra. She approached them. As Cassandra did, Randy could see other figures moving from the shadows. Cassandra did not look back, her stance confident. She grinned at Jared.
"Welcome," she said, "to my world."

"Can you believe it?"
Ethan didn't say anything. He managed to look across at Caleb from under the hoodie had on. Caleb stared back at him, a big grin on his face.
"We really did something," Caleb continued. "We're going to make a change."
Ethan grined. Then he felt a frown grow across his face.
Change. That was the one thing they had been trying NOT to do on the worlds they slid to. Yet it always seem like world after world they always did something. Or someone was out to get them.
Ethan did not like that last thought. Still...
He grinned. "Yes, we are. People deserve to be with--"
"You really should hide better."
Ethan saw Caleb look past him. His body had tensed,. Whatever Caleb saw made him relax again. Still his eyes betrayed an uneasiness. Ethan turned around.
Rembrandt stared back at him. His stare was firmly planted on Ethan. That was something he couldn't say for Melissa. While she paid some attention, Melissa's eyes kept staring about as if she was watching out for something.
"We need to talk," Rembrandt said.

"What were you thinking?!"
Melissa sat on the couch. They had made it back to Jared's without a word being said. Rembrandt and Ethan were on opposite sides of the room now. The way Rembrandt looked at Ethan now she knew it was about to hit the fan.
"I wasn't," Ethan replied.
"We know that!" Rembrandt snapped.
"Hey!"
Melissa reached over and touched Caleb's hand. He sat next to her on the couch. He had refused to leave Ethan's side. Now he glared at Rembrandt like he was about to lunge at him with a knife.
Ethan looked over at the two of them.
"I got this, Caleb," Ethan said.
"Do you?" Rembrandt challenged.
"Will you lighten up?" Ethan snapped.
"Do you want a dead body on your conscience?" Rembrandt continued. "Do you?!"
Movement knocked Melissa over. She looked to see that Caleb had shot up. He narrowed his eyes on Rembrandt.
"Back off!" Caleb yelled. "Unlike you, some of us are willing to die for what we believe in."
Rembrandt took a step toward Caleb. Ethan was there in a flash, stepping in between them. He faced Rembrandt with a stern look on his face.
"Back off, Rembrandt," Ethan said.
"He want to ride with the big boys?" Rembrandt challenged. "He should accept the consequences."
Suddenly, an explosion sounded out. The house shook from it. Jared stared about the room all wide-eyed and alert, expecting an attack. Meanwhile, Rembrandt crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. Like Melissa, Rembrandt knew what...or who...it was.
"Speak of the devil," Rembrandt uttered.
"What does he mean, Ethan?" Caleb asked.
Ethan said nothing. He kept his stare on Rembrandt. Rembrandt looked back, keeping an even level in his eyes. Ethan narrowed his eyes. Rembrandt cocked an eyebrow.
"Ethan?" Caleb said again.
Then Melissa heard it. Footsteps. She turned just as Randy entered the den. Jared was right behind him, a look of excitment on his face. He was so into his own thoughts. Jared had not realized that Randy had stopped. Jared bumped into him. Randy did not seem to notice, his eyes on the scene in front of him.
"What's going on?" Randy asked.
"Your boy is messing with worlds again," Rembrandt said, his eyes still on Ethan.
"His boy?" Caleb uttered. He looked at Ethan. "What is--"
"I did what had to be done," Ethan said.
"You didn't have to do that," Rembrandt said.
"And you know what's best?" Ethan shot back.
"Better than you it seems," Rembrandt said. "Or do you want us to turn up dead?"
"You wanted us here!"
"Would you come otherwise?"
"Hey!" Caleb yelled. "I don't know what you guys are thinking. I don't even care. Today was a big deal for us. I don't feel safe leaving him with you...freaks!"
"Caleb--" Ethan started, turning to look at him.
Then Melissa heard it.
Footsteps.
And they were moving at a run.
Melissa shot up quickly. "Guys!"
Rembrandt's eyes widened as he realized it, too. Melissa looked over at Randy. He looked over at the door.
Suddenly, the wall behind Melissa exploded. She managed a yell. Then everything went dark.

"'On today in SNBC News, the police in San Francisco, California performed a raid in a search for confessed homosexual Ethan...'"
"Turn that channel."
Randy looked over at Rembrandt. They sat in the hospital lobby. It was unusually empty. Randy thought that was a good thing. It would make it easier for Melissa to check out. Then...
"Are you listening?"
Randy looked over at Rembrandt. Rembrandt stared back, a glare clear on his face. He looked brusied from the explosion. However...he...was alive.
"No," Randy said.
"Thinking about another death on your conscience?" Rembrandt asked.
"What do you want, Remmy?" Randy demanded.
"What do I want?" Rembrandt laughed bitterly. "Home, Genius. To get home."
Randy felt his hands ball into fists.
"What's wrong?" Rembrandt continued. "I touch a nerve? You got nerve?"
Randy felt his eyes narrow. "I'm so tired of you...Richard...even Melissa...doing that. Laying blame. You know what? I agree! Something really should be done about that." Randy released his fist. "You go with Jared. Trust in his judgment. I'm going to try another avenue."
Rembrandt frowned. "Another avenue?"
Randy hestiated. He knew what he was about to say. He knew what the reaction would be. Still...
Randy set his jaw. He looked Rembrandt in the eyes. He knew what he had to do.
"I'm joining Cassandra," Randy declared.
"What?"
Randy felt his eyes widen. He ignored the anger creeping onto Rembrandt's face. Instead, he looked past him...at Melissa.
Melissa looked at them. She was a few feet away, a bandage on her head. Her eyes narrowed on him.
"What did you just say?" Melissa demanded.

Randy barely had the door to the empty hospital room closed before Melissa swung around to face him.
The first thing Melissa noticed was the sadness. It was all over his brown eyes. Still Randy stood before her with a firm stance like a soldier at attention.
"Did I hear you right?" Melissa asked. "Cassandra?"
"It's the only w--" Randy started.
"Bull!" Melissa snapped.
"You have Jared," Randy said. "Though most of his tech is destroyed, he still has the no--"
"Yeah," Melissa said, throwing up her hands. "His tech is gone. A man...is dead. Oh, but you are going to give up!"
"I didn't mean for Caleb to die," Randy said.
Melissa narrowed her eyes. "But you never mean anything, do you?"
Randy's eyes came alive with a spark. "Don't you dare! You of all people know better."
"Do I?" Melissa challenged. "I think it's been a long time since I've...known...you."
The room fell silent. Melissa crossed her arms over her chest. She never took her eyes off Randy. Meanwhile, Randy kept her glance. His eyes now betrayed a new emotion: hurt. For a moment, Melissa felt like running to him and hugging him. She stood firm.
"Do you want to go home?" Randy finally asked.
"You have to ask?" Melissa replied.
"Then...I'm doing the right thing," Randy continued. "I would have access to technology again. Resources that came narrow down the search. I could...even keep track of you...and Rembrandt."
Melissa opened her mouth to say something. Then she closed it agian. She turned away for a moment.
"So," Melissa said, "that's it. You're going to abandon us."
"I didn't--" Randy started.
"That's what it sounds like to me!" Melissa snapped. "Leaving us to honeymoon with your--"
"Will you get over that!" Randy yelled, anger flashing across his face. "Sorry about Richard, but I love Ethan."
Melissa felt her back stiffen. "Funny. You didn't love Ethan when you were trying to kiss me."
If looks could kill, the look on Randy's face would have turned Melissa to ashes in the wind. The hospital room became deadly silent. Melissa almost took a step back. Almost. Instead she stepped forward.
"You said to me," Melissa began, "you were going to get us home."
"And I did," Randy said.
"Does this look like home to you?" Melissa challenged, gesturing to the room.
"Obviously, there have been curveballs..."
"You think?"
"But we have gotten home before," Randy continued. "We will again."
Melissa felt her eyes narrow. "When?"
Randy's eyes lost their anger. The trace of a smile crossed his face. Melissa saw something else in his eyes: confidence.
"Exactly," Randy said.
Melissa knew she had a glare on her face. Randy headed for her. She threw up her arms.
"Don't," Melissa said firmly.
"It needs to be done," Randy replied, stopping in his step. "Cassandra was right all along."
"You're giving up!" Melissa snapped again.
"No," Randy said calmly. I'm accepting fate."
Melissa took a step back. She let Randy's words fall over her. Her body shivered for a moment. Then she felt it. Her back tensed up, stiffening. Her eyes focused back on Randy. Her mind focused on Randy's words.
Suddenly, Melissa lunged forward. She swung. Randy had no time to react before Melissa's fist connected. He fell back, falling to the floor.
Melissa looked down at him. She knew there was a glare on her face. She also knew her eyes watered. She fought the urge to cry. She wasn't giving Randy the satisfaction.
"Spin it however you want," Melissa said. "The truth is you're abandoning us. And that? I will never forgive you for."
Randy looked up at her. He rubbed his jaw. His eyes, though. His brown eyes showed it. They showed the hurt.
A click sounded through the room. Melissa looked over at the door. It was opening, revealing Rembrandt...and Ethan. Ethan took in the room quickly. He moved toward Melissa.
"What did you--" Ethan started.
"I'm fine!" Randy snapped, throwing up an arm. "Just...a disagreement."
"A disagreement?" Ethan uttered.
"Don't think he stuttered," Melissa replied.
"Neither do I," Rembrandt added.
"This doesn't look like a disagreement," Ethan said, looking back at Rembrandt.
Randy stood up. His eyes still stayed on Melissa as he did. His eyes had such a pleading look to them. Melissa felt a tinge of gulit. After all this time, was this how it ended?
"It is a disagreement," Randy said, eyes still on Melissa. "She doesn't like what I'm planning."
"And she shouldn't," Rembrandt said. He gave a dark grin. "But it's all about you anyway right?"
Randy turned to face Rembrandt.
"It's about all of us," Randy said.
"Bull!" Rembrandt shouted. "It's about you and yoru piece of--"
"Remmy!" Melissa yelled.
"That's enough!" Ethan snapped.
"Caleb's dead!" Rembrandt yelled back. "You remember him? An ex? Another innocent person. His only crime?" He narrowed his eyes. "Knowing us. Knowing you."
Randy turned away from Rembrandt for a moment. Rembrandt had hit his target judging by the sadness on Randy's face. Then he faced Rembrandt again.
"More reason to follow Cassandra," Randy said.
"You do that," Rembrandt said. "Melissa. Me. We're following Jared."
"Do what you have to do."
"Wow. How caring."
"Can the sacrasm, Rembrandt," Ethan said. "Why should he?" Melissa challenged. "He doesn't care."
Randy stared at Melissa. Melissa raised an eyebrow. She knew what she was doing. So did Randy. He knew she was daring him.
"Or maybe he cares too much," Ethan suggested.
"About you," Rembrandt said.
Ethan turned on him. "Hey! He cares about all of us."
"Not enough," Melissa said.
Ethan turned on Melissa, his face full of anger. "You mean you."
Melissa threw a glare. "Not everything is about your insecurities. Have you forgotten Quinn?"
"Maybe he has," Rembrandt said. "Genius has."
Randy looked over at Rembrandt. Melissa saw that he kept his face blank. It was like a mask.
"I could never forget Quinn," Randy said. "You never let me." He turned back to Melissa. "This...we...it's done. I'm going to Cassandra's world to figure out how to get home. If I succeed, I will come to find you. I promise."
A bitter chuckle escaped Rembrandt's lips. It drew a glare from Ethan. Melissa herself wasn't sure how she felt. Randy's stone face continue to fall on her.
"Your choice is simple," Randy said. "Keep on sliding...or come with me." He looked back at Rembrandt. "Decide. Now."

"You ready?"
Rembrandt felt his forehead wrinkled up. He turned away from the window. He had been there for a while, thinking.
It was Melissa. She stood in the door, her face was a grimace. Rembrandt kept his own frown.
"Is he?" Rembrandt asked.
"Almost," Melissa said. "Jared just needed to correct some calculations. He wanted to be double sure he has backup on his home coordinates." She looked away. "The last thing he needed was to not be able to get home."
Rembrandt nodded. "As we know all too well."
Melissa looked at him again. "Yeah."
"You're not--"
"Randy made his choice," Melissa said, her face darkening as she cut Rembrandt off. "We made ours. So...who to first? Quinn? Brown?"
Darnell. Rembrandt had almost forgotten his nephew in all of this craziness. He had vanished on a world where the United States had taken the idea of Manifest Destiny to a global level. It had been brought to Rembrandt's attention that HE had been the last person to see Darnell. But...he didn't remember.
Where was he?

WAKE UP, DARNELL.
Professor Darnell Brown's eyes snapped open. He instantly felt the coldness of the fluid he was in. He threw up an arm, planning to swim through it...only to meet a solid surface. As Darnell's eyes adjusted, he realized that what his hand had hit was glass. His eyes widened as he saw...he was in a test tube.
A blurry figure stood outside of it. Darnell flickered his eyes, willing them to adjust. He made out his captor. His eyes widened.
YES, DARNELL, the Yuzaki Isis said in his mind, her smirk growing on her ghostly white face. OR SHOULD I SAY PROJECT 251.
Darnell screamed.

Footsteps sounded behind Melissa. She turned around to see it was Jared. He pushed his glasses hastely to his nose as he managed a smile.
"I think I got it!" Jared announced.
Melissa managed a smile. It would probably be a good thing to be on the move again. To be sliding again.
Randy or no Randy, they...were going home.

He had been here before.
Randy looked over at Cassandra. She stared back at him. Just like before, Cassandra stood in front of him in a short black jacket with gloved hands and a pair of black leather pants. She had gotten the short blond bob as well. She grinned.
"So at last," Cassndra said, "you agree."
"Yes," Randy answered. "With...what's to come, more than ever I need to consolidate my knowledge in one place."
Cassandra grinned. "So our world...all the worlds...are safe."
"Exactly. All the worlds."
Cassandra held out a hand. Randy stared at it. For a moment, he doubted. He mentally shook it away. Then he shook Cassandra's hand. Just like before, he knew of the deal he was making. Soon...all the worlds would need his knowledge.
Against the Yuzaki.
Against Edward Albright.
Against Zoe.
"I am sorry," Cassandra said.
Randy came out of his thoughts at that. He...had forgotten about that. He frowned.
"Sorry?" Randy uttered.
"Not for you," Cassandra said. She looked past Randy. "For you."
Randy felt a shiver go up his spine. He slowly turned around, already knowing the answer.
Ethan stared back at him. His clear gray eyes were full of confusion...and fear.
"What?" Ethan asked.

Rembrandt entered the roof last. They had managed to get a room at a hotel while Jared snuck back to his house to see if he could salvage any of his tech. Thankfully, he had. And here they were. About to do it again.
Rembrandt ran a hand through his hair. No. It wasn't about doing it again. This time...the would do it right.
"You okay, Remmy?"
Rembrandt came out of his thoughts. Melissa stood next to Jared. She studied his face, looking for hints of what was on his mind.
He managed a smile. "I'm okay now. Ready, J. J.?"
Jared frowned. "'J. J.'?"
"Never mind," Rembrandt said. "Let's do this. Let's find Quinn."

The whir sounded through the air. Quinn Mallory shot out of it quickly. He rolled across the floor. He turned to see the blue vortex close behind him.
His eyes widened. A figure was standing behind the vortex. When it closed completely, the figure approached him. It was a red-haired woman. At the moment, she looked down at a circular device.
"Hm," the redhead uttered, looking up at Quinn. She looked past him. "It worked."
"Good."
Quinn stood up quickly. He knew that voice. He turned to face her.
Rebecca Pryce stood behind him. She had her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her face. She was not alone. Richard Hall stood next to her. Quinn frowned, wondering if it was a double or--
"Yes, Q-ball," Richard said to the unasked question. "I'm THAT Richard."
"Where are the--" Quinn started.
"Irrelevant."
Quinn turned around to face the redhead. He glared at her.
"I decide that, whoever you are," Quinn said.
"That...."
A hand touched Quinn's head. Rebecca was in his face.
"...would be Zoe," Rebecca said. "You have bigger fish to fry."
"Not before I know where the others are," Quinn said, knocking her hand away.
"The others made their choices," Richard answered. "Time for you to pick yours."
"Oh, Traitor?" Quinn replied.
"You know jack, pal!" Richard snapped.
"But," Rebecca said, moving between the two of them, "he will. It's time."
Quinn frowned. "Time?"
"To pick a side," Rebecca said. "There's a war coming to decide the fate of all the worlds. And the question for you: which side is yours?"

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