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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Rebel (Cillian X OC OneShot)

Warning - smut - and this IS only a one shot, I can't cope writing another series at the minute 😂

Request? Yep!

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"The fuck does she get off?" Cillian cried, throwing his bag across the trailer he shared with Paul Anderson.

"Someone's a fan of my new love interest!" Paul laughed watching Cillian fume as he paced the small trailer over and over again.

"I knew casting her was a mistake, she's fucking delusional!!!"

"What's she done now..."

"Literally THREW her coffee cup at her PA because she put milk in it... THREW IT!!! At her PA!!! Poor girl was fucking terrified man!"

"She's hot though, ain't she?'

"What? Fuck sake Paul you ever NOT think with your dick?" Paul smirked, raising his eyebrows at Cillian knowingly. "Yes okay, she's a good looking girl, but that doesn't mean she can get away with trampling over people to get her own way does it?"

"Maybe she just needs a good, solid man to ground her a little, bring her back to earth a bit?" Paul smirked.

"Go for it man, good luck to you. Last fella she had probably still needs therapy."

"Oh I wasn't talking about me mate." Cillian looked at him suspiciously.

"What?"

"Oh for fucks sake Cillian, when was your last eye test? Can you not see what's clear as daylight, right in front of you??" Cillian's eyes widened, not understanding a word coming out of Paul's mouth.

"You've lost me."

"Wonder if she's part Irish. Or wants to be...." Cillian's face contorted.

"Don't use that line it's fucking cheesy... Never works either. What's your point?"

"Mate if you don't get in there quick, she's gonna lose interest and Finn will be at it like a shot!"

"You're having a laugh aren't you? I'm not even remotely interested!"

"Uh huh. Okay. Just don't say I didn't warn you eh?" Paul put his baseball cap on and headed out the door, still with a smirk on his face. Cillian took a seat on the sofa and ran his fingers through what was left of his hair, rolling his eyes. Yes, Natalie was fucking hot... But my god was she challenging.

Throwing that cup today was one thing. Telling the director she didn't like her character was another. Her original character was supposed to be Tommy's new 'plaything' behind Lizzie's back, but Natalie had apparently requested a change of direction - she wanted to be Arthur's new love interest, nothing to do with Tommy at all. That confused Cillian, and he'd had to think back to see if he'd ever worked with her in the past, obviously he'd pissed her off at some stage, why else would being his onscreen love interest be so repulsive to her that she demanded an entire script change?

Heading into the bathroom, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He wasn't exactly repulsive, surely? Yes he had a few more wrinkles now that he did in series one, but he was nearly 45 now...

He shook his head quickly - why did it even bother him whether she found him attractive or not?? She was 32, not that much younger than him but still way out of his league, and to top it off she was a fucking nightmare!

But those legs... Her eyes... Her lips... He couldn't help himself imagining those lips wrapped around his cock when he lay in bed in his Manchester apartment alone at night... Without thinking he found himself palming the growing erection under his jeans, feeling that familiar stirring in his groin. Shaking his head quickly, he splashed his face with cold water and rearranged himself in his jeans, calming himself down before he embarrassed himself. Once his erection had gone down, he headed back out of the trailer and over to his hire car, the driver ready and waiting to take him back to the apartment block.

Natalie opened her apartment door and crashed onto the sofa, exhausted. A full week of intense filming, she was more than ready for a soak in the bath and a glass of Shiraz. Opening the cupboard in the kitchen area she groaned - no wine. She also remembered the bubble bath she'd bought, and subsequently left in her trailer back on set...

She fished around in her bag for her room key again, and bit her lip. She knew exactly who would have a bottle of bubble bath... She groaned to herself, having successfully avoided him up until now but her aching limbs were crying out for some Radox. She left her apartment and knocked on the door across the hall.

Cillian answered a few minutes later with just a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet.

"Erm... Hey?" He asked, not opening the door fully, more hiding himself behind it.

"Okay um, this is random I know, but I was just wondering if maybe you had any bubble bath going spare? Please?"

"Really?" He laughed.

"Is it so surprising to you that a girl likes a bath now and again?"

"No actually, what's surprising is that you actually have manners."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You said 'please'. Didn't think you had it in you."

"Listen, you either have bubble bath spare, or you don't, it's a simple fucking question Cillian."

"Those tactics won't work with me love." Cillian

"Forget it, for fucks sake..." She turned to leave, rolling her eyes.

"Wait.. yes I have spare. Come in, I'll grab it for you." He pushed the door open so Natalie could walk inside, before heading into the bathroom. Coming back out with his jeans on, she couldn't help but be drawn to his toned chest and biceps, his upper body still damp from his own bath moments before she'd disturbed him.

Cillian caught her checking him out and smirked a little, handing over the bottle of Radox. She took it, smiling a touch herself.

"You smile too." She lowered her eyes and tried to hide the grin on her face. "You're not as hard faced as you try and make out, are you?" His arms were folded across his chest now, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Her eyes suddenly watered, and she bit her lip. Cillian frowned watching her well up and instinctively moved closer, taking her shoulders into his hands.

"Hey now... I didn't mean to upset you..."

"No... No I deserved it. God I'm so sick of this!"

"Sick of what?"

"I have this reputation of being a diva... With my career... I just like things to be perfect and when they're not I can lose my temper so quickly and it's fucking horrible and I make people hate me!" She choked back a sob, and Cillian pulled her into his arms, holding her as her shoulders shook.

"We all like things to be perfect Nat, but life doesn't work out like a fairytale, things just go wrong and that's okay?"

"I know, and I always feel so fucking guilty afterwards.. I can't stop now - my reputation is the only thing keeping me in the press, keeping me relevant..."

"You're kidding, right? So all this bitchiness, the demanding ways - it's an act?"

"Some of my best work has been off camera Cill." He couldn't help but laugh. He opened the cupboard and pulled out two small glasses, followed by a bottle of Irish Whiskey. Offering Nat one, she nodded, and they both moved into the lounge area.

They talked for a while - comparing stories of Hollywood, other actors they'd worked with, before Cillian cleared his throat. He needed to know the truth about her changing the script to be Arthur's love interest rather than Tommy's, and now she'd sank a few whiskeys, she was probably loose enough to tell him straight.

She hung her head, embarrassed. She knew he'd probably find out eventually, being one of the producers, but she hoped if she avoided him long enough she'd never need to reveal the truth to him.

"I also turned down Inception. And they offered me Thandie Newton's role in The Retreat."

"Okay..."

"I turned them all down when I found out you were in them."

"Ouch!" He chuckled nervously, "I don't think I want to ask why!"

"Because.. and this is awkward so don't laugh yeah?" He nodded as a promise not to, but his eyes widened when she revealed the truth. "Because I've had a crush on you since I was a teenager... And I didn't wanna make it awkward but I guess I just kinda did.."

Cillian was stunned into silence for a minute, or five. His silence made her nervous, and she pulled herself off the sofa to head out, realising how much of a fool she'd made herself. Making a mental note to blame the whiskey in the morning, she stood up, only to feel his hands suddenly on her waist as he stood up next to her.

"So that's why you didn't want to play Tommy's love interest, huh?" He held her in front of him, his hands squeezing her hips as he pulled her closer.

"Would've been too awkward.. for me at least.." closer still, their faces now inches apart.

"Does this feel awkward?" Their bodies met, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel how aroused he was, pressed up against her, making her breathing heavier.

"No..." He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against hers, just ghosting over them.

"And this?" He whispered, his hands moving up, not quite over her breasts, just underneath them and round her lower ribs. She couldn't speak, just shook her head. Her breath hitching in her throat as a hand snaked back down, under her leggings and underwear, softly caressing her inner thigh and mound. Cillian glanced at her, her eyes closed and breathing deepening as his fingers traced her core, pushing a finger inside her to feel how much she was throbbing for him.

"Want me to help you with that?" She nodded again, and felt his fingers probe her, moving up slightly to brush against her clit making her hips grind against him and her fingers press into his biceps. His fingers moved slowly, circling the small bud.

"That feels good...." She panted, rocking her hips to ride his fingers, needing more.

He responded by moving his fingers quicker, pushing the small button harder. Her head fell against his chest and she groaned, her orgasm coming quickly.

"Gonna make a mess on my fingers, Nat?" He whispered in her ear, her breath coming in short bursts now. His other hand moved to her hair, pulling the bobble from it and letting it fall down her back, running his fingers through and tugging it to pull her head back. His lips on her neck, biting and sucking at the skin. Her hand resting on his arm, keeping him in place as he fingered her.

"Don't stop... Don't stop... Faster..." She gasped, and he happily complied. Rubbing her clit hard now under her clothing.

"Make a mess on me, cum for me..." She came with a force she'd never felt before, gripping onto his arms and holding his arm steady, riding her hips against his hand as her orgasm began to subside. He gave her a few minutes to catch her breath before pulling his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste her, groaning at the sweetness and pressing his lips against hers.

Bringing her close again, he backed her up until her calves hit the sofa, before laying her against the cushions and pulling her leggings down, her underwear with them. She spread her legs, biting her lip as his mouth kissed up her thighs.

"You want me to fuck you, Nat?" He lifted her t shirt over her head, her body completely bare now as she nodded.

Her fingers pulled at his jeans, and he unfastened them, easing his erection out before allowing them to fall to the floor, kicking them across the room. Natalie pushed him onto the sofa, sitting up against the cushions before straddling him, his hard cock now pressed against her soaked core.

"I'm gonna fuck you, that okay?" She smiled, her forehead pressed against his as she sunk down on his length, gasping at the sensation of being completely filled by the man she had fantasised about for years. His hands moved to her hips, before she moved them, putting them behind his head, taking full control. He smirked, before his mouth fell open - her hips riding him felt incredible. Pulling her body up, keeping the tip inside, she bounced gently, teasing him. Sinking down on him again, only to repeat the process. His legs were shaking from the sensations.

"Don't tease me, ride me." His blue eyes were like ice, and Nat sunk down so he was fully sheathed before moving her hips back and forth. She released his hands and gripped onto his shoulders for leverage, arching her body backwards slightly so his cock hit against her g spot deep inside her. One of his hands moved to her ass cheek, the other to one of her breasts, both of them squeezing and kneading at the flesh as her body grinded against him.

The hand on her ass moved round to circle her still sensitive clit, making her hips jerk faster.

"Cillian.... Cillian...." Her breathy moans of his name, the way her pussy clamped him, claiming him completely, the feel of her firm breast in his hand, the way her eyes fluttered closed as her orgasm approached... She was intoxicating.

"Baby.. I'm close..." He groaned, feeling that burning coil in his abdomen.

"Me too... I'm on the pill..." He grinned and held her hips still, pounding his hips up hard from underneath her. He had to cover her mouth to silence her loud screams, careful not to alert Paul in the next apartment. That only seemed to turn her on more, and she took two of his fingers into her mouth, sucking them, still tasting herself on them from earlier. The hand on her ass slapped it and squeezed it hard in response, making her cry out.

"That's it... Good girl... Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." Her orgasm flowed from her at his words, and she felt him shoot several streams of hot cum deep inside her as her walls clenched around him, milking him for all he had to give her.

Their foreheads pressed together again, both panting as they rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Does that live up to your fantasy?" He chuckled, groaning a little as she gave him a final clench of her walls.

"More than... Fuck that was incredible..." She gasped, gently rocking against him, not wanting him to leave her body just yet. She could feel him hardening again, in fact she wasn't sure he even softened.

"Don't stop, keep moving... Nice and slow.. Just like that..." He helped her hips move slowly, riding him gently.

"You're insatiable, aren't you..." She groaned.

"You feel too good wrapped around me, full of my cum deep inside you... You gonna let me fill you up again yeah?" She didn't answer, instead just allowed him to move her against him. He brought her hand down to rub her clit, needing to feel her cum again. She circled the bud gently at first, then feeling his cock start to twitch inside her she picked up the pace. He suddenly moved them so she was underneath him, his hips pistoning into her as he bent his head down to watch her fingers pleasuring herself.

"I'm gonna cum, Cillian...."

"I'm right there with you, come on..." A deep groan from both of them as they came together, him filling her up for the second time.

His body fell against hers as she held his shoulders, his face buried in her neck lightly caressing the skin with the tip of his nose.

"Fuck... Natalie... I haven't been able to do that for years," he laughed, hissing slightly pulling his sensitive cock out of her. Their mixed juices flowing from her onto the sofa cushion.

"I only came over for bubble bath.." she chuckled, her head laid back against the arm of the sofa as she caught her breath.

"My bath's probably still warm, might as well jump in with me?" He offered.

"No funny business in there, I think I need a breather..."

"Better make it a quick bath then. You're not leaving this apartment tonight. Or this weekend, in fact."

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nikkzwrites · 4 years

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Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 14

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.

Word Count: 7.5k

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Jonas shot up in a field. He felt like a fish out of water. He took large breaths. He, then, buried his radiation suit. He couldn’t get too far though due to the bullet still wedged in his leg. He doubled over in pain and spit up. He watched as his coughing carried it to the ground. Two farmers approached him and started to question him, but his foggy mind couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. He blinked and looked at them, “I just want to go home.”

His mind started to clear as one said, “Maybe a returned POW?”

The other one spoke directly to Jonas and commented, “Looks like you’ve been roughed up. I guess you could use something to eat.”

Jonas shook his head, “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Nonsense,” One of the farmers tol him, “Erna has a soft spot for fellas like you. Come along.”

Jonas ended up following the men gathering stares along the way. He stared at his surroundings feeling ill. He started to slowly realize what time period he might be in when the horse-drawn buggy passed with a small coffin. When they reached the inn, a small girl sat on its steps carving the end of a stick.

The farmer looked down at her and said, “Agnes, go and let Erna know. Run.”

The girl ran to go get the woman that they had asked for as they led him inside. It wasn’t long before a bowl of stew was placed in front of the boy. The smell hypnotized him. He had no idea how hungry he actually was until it was in front of him. He thanked the woman and then hurriedly shoveled the food down his throat.

“So,” the farmer asked, “Where were you stationed?”

Jonas slowly looked up from his food. He shook as he lied, “Eastern front.”

The farmer nodded, “labor camp.”

The other commented, “Those people aren’t human. We should have won the war.”

His shaking didn’t stop. His fear grew stronger every second he was there. Erna walked and placed beer in front of the men. She asked Jonas, “Do you have a place to sleep?” He looked up unable to speak. At his silence, she turned to Agnes and told her, “Go and tell your brother to get the chamber ready. He should be back with Johannes by now.” She looked at him and told him, “But just for a few days. Until you are back on your feet.”

Jonas’s lips trembled. His brow furrowed at the similar name. He started to slowly wonder. But he nodded at the woman. He commented, “I know this sounds strange, but what year is it?”

Erna commented, “They did quite a job on you, didn’t they? 1921.”

Back in 2020, it was 3 days until the apocalypse. Martha dreamed of Jonas and her’s first time and how he told her, “I think we’re a perfect match. Never believe anything else.” He slowly lowered himself again to kiss her causing Martha to shoot up. There sitting on her bed was Annalise. The girl stared at her. Martha turned ignoring her as if she were simply a figment of her imagination. She started to cry. Annalise tilted her head and held her hand out to dry her tears only for Martha to hit her hand away. Martha screamed at her, “What are you doing here?! Haven’t you done enough?!”

Annalise’s lips trembled trying to fight back tears. She nodded and stood up, “I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much pain. I promise it will all be over soon.” She turned to walk out. The teenaged girl felt something hit her back hard, but she refused to turn around to hear what had made a loud thump onto the floor.

Angry, Martha grabbed a book from besides her bed and threw it at the other girl. She watched as Annalise froze when the book hit near her waist. The whole girl started to shake, but she still refused to look back at her. Martha instantly regretted the moment as soon as Annalise was down the stairs, but instead of trying to chase after her best friend, she screamed. She tore at her hair as giant tears rolled down her face. She not only had isolated herself from her family and her boyfriend...now her last friend. Annalise was probably the only person who could really understand how she was feeling. She was probably there to try and reconnect and to try to be there for each other, but instead she just pushed her away… Just like everyone else.

Clausen stared at the evidence board at the sketch of the Stranger. Woller walked in and informed the man, “Mrs. Doppler called in. She’s sick.”

Clausen asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

“She didn’t say,” Woller told him then went to close the door again.

“Hold on,” Clausen told the other man. Woller opened the door once more. Clausen asked, “You are Mr. Woller, right?”

“Yes,” the man responded.

Clausen turned and said, “Then the pleasure is ours today. You do have a car, right?” When Woller nodded, he responded, “Wonderful.” He walked out with the other man who was dazed in confusion.

Charlotte continued going through her grandfather’s things trying to put everything together. Then she found the blueprints. Right when she did, she got a call from Hannah.

The older Jonas walked down the stairs still shirtless from his shower as Annalise tried to rush past him. He grabbed onto her and asked, “Darling, what happened?” He knew that face well enough now to know she was holding an army of sadness behind her eyes. He noticed her wince when his hands traced her sides. His brow furrowed and lifted her shirt to try and find what was going on. He knelt down to inspect the area better.

Annalise yelped at his touch. She turned her head away from his concerned face. She couldn’t look at him. The girl knew if she were to, she'd blabber about what had happened and just spill everything on the floor ruining everything she was trying to do.

“What’s this,” He looked up at her motioning to her bruising near her waist. He blinked as his heart raced. Tears filled his eyes. It was right near… He shook his head and looked up at her. He demanded, “Hey, what is this?”

“Nothing,” Annalise replied curtly. She looked down at him with a glare to try to solidify her attitude with him, but seeing his face made her soften. She let her hand down to caress his face. She watched as he leaned into her hand and she asked, “What is it Jonas? Tell me what’s bothering you.” She lowered herself into his lap.

Jonas wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into her neck, “I’m so sorry Lise. I’m so sorry I always choose her. Please forgive me.” His tears started to make her neck slick. “I just want you to know how much I love you,” he whimpered into her, pulling her close, “Please don’t leave me.”

Annalise forced a smile. She pulled him away so that he could look at her in the eye, “Oh my love. I’ll never leave you. Don’t forget that you were the one who told me that.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him for a second.

He nodded as he held her close. He eventually let go and he watched as she placed a gentle kiss against his lips before walking up the stairs to go take a nap. He shadowed her movements holding onto her hand until he couldn’t any longer due to the fact she was going up the stairs and he was staying down. He sighed as he watched her go. His stomach grumbled. He walked to the fridge, grabbed himself a mug of milk, and walked over to the table. He looked at the picture of him and his family there. The man opened the small box next to it and found the gun. His heart started to race. His panic rose. The movement down the stairs made him turn his head to look at Hannah coming down the stairs. He held it out towards her and kept his voice low as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear, “Where did you get this?”

Hannah stared at him as he started to panicky look more in the box. He found the passport. She approached her son and tried to comfort him.

“Who is this,” his voice demanded.

Hannah lowered it and told him, “It’s complicated.” She put it back into the box and closed it.

“Mom, why do you have that,” Jonas demanded to know.

Hannah avoided the question and asked him, “Should I make us breakfast?” She turned and started to make food for them.

Martha looked up at the ceiling with her brother as they sat on the couch, “What are we going to do about Mom?”

Magnus shrugged, “I don’t know.” The doorbell rang prompting Magnus to go to the door to answer it. “What do you want,” he asked Franziska.

Franziska stormed into the house followed by Elisabeth and acknowledged his sister, “Martha.”

Martha nodded, “Franziska.”

Magnus asked again, “What do you want?”

The girl turned to the boy, “We have to talk.” She led Magnus away so that they could talk in private.

Elisabeth turned and smiled at Martha. She gave the older girl a small wave.

When Magnus and Franziska were properly away, he whispered to her, “What?”

“If you expect an apology, forget it,” she scolded him, “you fucked up. But I shouldn’t have said what I said. We’re even.” She held out her hand to him as a sign of truce.

Martha interrupted and asked, “Am I supposed to babysit while you two make out?”

“Why did you bring her along,” Magnus asked Franziska.

Franziska sneered at him, “My parents haven’t been home in two days. I can’t leave her alone.” She turned toward Martha then asked the group, “Why is everyone acting so weird?”

Magnus turned to his bag and grabbed the map out of it. He grabbed his bag as well as he approached the group again, “I want to know what’s up.”

Martha shook her head, “What? You want to go into the caves?”

Magnus put on his bag and told her, “You can stay here.”

Martha looked around for a second debating what she was going to do.

Jonas sat up gasping for breath. He reached for his neck to feel it covered and looked down to see his leg was also bandaged up. He panted then heard another boy’s voice.

“You slept nearly 24 hours,” the young Noah commented.

Jonas panted and asked him, “Who are you?”

Hanno was cleaning under his dirt covered fingernails with a knife. Instead of addressing the question he said, “People say Erna can’t say no to any stray dogs.” He looked up at the boy.

Jonas shook his head and told himself, “I’m in the wrong place.” He looked up at Hanno and said, “This isn’t right.”

He tilted his head and scoffed. He furrowed his brow then relaxed again, “I pictured you differently.” He stood up and started to walk away.

“Why did you just say that,” Jonas asked, “What does it mean?”

Hanno turned unimpressed with Jonas. Then gave him a small smirk and left.

This caused Jonas to study the room. He ended up limping to the wall. There was a picture there with writing. He limped over to read it. Words stuck out at him forcing him to read them aloud, “‘Sic Mundus Creatus Est!’” Jonas looked around him and grabbed the spare clothes. He looked back at the picture knowing what he needed to do. He grabbed the flint, steel, and lantern then headed out.

Agnes looked up from her sweeping at him as he limped away.

Jonas limped through the town trying to make his way towards the caves, but there was another rumble growing from his stomach. There was a delicious smell of baking bread. His legs listened to his gut bringing him in front of the bakery. He looked inside seeing a familiar looking girl around his age rushing around helping her family. Sweat was beaded against her forehead as she opened more of the windows to let the heat out. When she opened the window, she was left face to face with the boy. Slowly it dawned on him when they made eye contact. Her eyes were the exact same. “Annalise,” He whispered questioningly at the girl.

The girl smiled. Her smile reminded him more of his which confused him. She spoke in a sing-song voice, “Hello there stranger. Looking for some food? I think my Johannes told me that you were staying with Erna.” She giggled and reached towards a shelf and handed the boy a loaf of bread, “Now you better shoo off before Hanno or Johannes catch you looking at me like that. Those two are closer than any two boys I’ve ever seen and they would both be angry if they caught you staring.”

Right then, another slightly familiar face walked over. He had a very stern looking face. He seemed cold and distant. More like the moon versus the girl being sunny and warm. Yet something nagged at him. Why was he so familiar? The boy his age smiled once he saw the girl. That’s when Jonas put together the dots. His smile reminded him of a gorgeous sunset. His throat became dry as he heard the boy speak, “Hey there Annalise? How are you doing, love?”

The girl giggled and said, “Very well Johannes. I was just talking to the fellow here. I cannot believe you’ve already started to spread rumors about me with him. That isn’t very nice you know.”

Johannes shook his head, “I have done no such thing. I haven’t even introduced myself to em yet.” He turned to Jonas and held out a hand. His face became stoic again. That’s where her grandfather got it from, Jonas reasoned with himself. “Johannes Dahlheim. It is very nice to meet you sir. Miss Boker is taking real good care of you I see.”

She leaned out the window and giggled, “Johannes lay off of him. He’s just getting back on his feet. You know maybe he can help you and Hanno out with what you two are doing since…”

Johannes sent the girl a glare then looked back at Jonas. Jonas looked between the two of them. He swallowed hard realizing more of who he just met. He bowed his head and said, “Thank you. It was nice meeting you. I should go.”

The girl smiled, “Please stay safe.” She started to untie the top of her dress and cowl to let out some of her heat. The Tree of Life necklace glistened in the light causing Jonas to stop and turn. He stared at it. It looked no older than when it was with Annalise. That was strange.

The girl blushed at the boy’s attention and said, “It was a gift from the church.” She gently placed a hand over it and commented tenderly, “A nice man gave it to me to celebrate Johannes and I’s soon-to-be marriage.”

Jonas nodded and turned, “Oh. Well. Thank you.” He limped his way back towards the caves again taking a bite off the loaf of bread.

In 2020, Claudia walked to the power plant. She tried to get in but was very confused on how to get in. When she spoke to the gentleman up front he explained to her that there was only one Tiedermann that worked there and his name was Aleksander Tiedemann.

Clausen sat with the man in his office. He asked, “So that’s why you didn’t want to let Ulrich Nielsen onto the grounds?”

Aleksander explained, “After Fukushima safety standards were raised. I can’t just let anyone stroll in here. His suspicion that his son might be on the grounds was totally unfounded.”

“You know about the door in the caves,” Clausen asked leaning forward.

Aleksander nodded, “It was installed in the 1980s. It was already welded shut back then, as a security measure. It’s still sealed shut.”

Clausen looked at the man, “You know what I find strange? Everyone who was born here stays. Seems odd, in a town of this size. What do you think? Why is that?”

Aleksander threw up his hands, “The nuclear power plant always took care of people. There’s work. Prosperity, security. That’ll probably change now.” He stood up seeing Clausen mess with his laptop. He walked towards the officer and continued, “When the plant closes.”

Clausen picked up the picture of the Tiedemann’s all together and said, “You’re not from here.”

“No,” Aleksander replied, “Why?”

“You came to Winden in 1986,” Clausen told the man, “At the same time the boy disappeared. Mads Nielsen. Ulrich Nielsen’s brother.”

Aleksander replied, “No. It was a bit later. A few weeks. Why does that matter?”

Clausen looked up and smiled, “It probably doesn’t.” He put the picture away. He was just about to leave before he turned and spoke to Aleksander again, “Just one more question, Why did you take your wife’s name?”

“I don’t understand,” He asked.

Clausen tilted his head to the side in a half shrug, “Pretty unusual for the time.”

“The Tiedemanns shaped this town,” Aleksander replied, “Especially Regina’s mother. Regina has no siblings. We wanted to keep the name alive.”

“What’s your real name,” Clausen asked the man.

“Kohler,” He replied, “Aleksander Kohler.”

Clausen’s mouth twitched and he asked, “Who’s next on the list?”

Woller looked at the notebook and said, “Hannah Kahnwald and Annalise Dahlheim.” Clausen looked at the man confused until Woller explained, “Annalise has stayed with her since Ulrich’s son went missing.”

Clausen nodded and walked out without another word.

Jonas asked his mother, “Why do you have a gun and someone else’s passport?”

“It’s insurance,” Hannah explained.

“What do you mean,” Jonas asked.

Hannah waited for a moment hearing Annalise scream in her sleep. She looked at her son and told him, “Someone needs to keep both things hidden.”

Jonas pushed himself away from the counter he was leaning on and asked her, “You’re blackmailing someone? Who are you?”

“Who am I,” Hannah sighed to herself listening to the younger girl thrash upstairs in her sleep. She looked up at him and asked, “Who are you?”

Charlotte called Hannah. She knocked on the door. Jonas put his finger towards his lips to make sure Hannah was quiet as he peeked out the window.

Hannah stood up and looked at her son, “I’m sorry. But we have to tell someone more than the girl up there.” Jonas started to look around. He wasn’t ready for this. Hannah answered the door and walked Charlotte inside, “Thanks for getting here so soon. I know none of this makes sense, but… This is Jonas. He… He’s much older and he knows where my Jonas is and where Ulrich is.”

Charlotte stared at him and approached him. She reached into her jacket and told him, “You’re the man from the hotel Regina talked about.” She held out the picture of Sic Mundus to him and asked, “Who are these people?” Jonas looked at the picture and Charlotte pointed out the specific person she wanted to know about, “That man. The priest. Do you know who he is?”

“That’s Noah,” Jonas replied.

Her face contorted for a second, “You know him? What do you know about him?”

He shook his head, “He’s one of them.”

Hannah asked, “What is all this?”

“One of whom,” Charlotte asked. She listened to the girl upstairs and looked towards Hannah, “Is she okay?”

Hannah nodded, “Nightmares.”

Jonas waited for Annalise to settle again before he told Charlotte, “Sic Mundus. The travelers.”

“The travelers,” She asked, “Sic mundus creatus est?”

Hannah asked, “What are you talking about? You knew all of this? The time travel?”

Charlotte turned to Hannah and said, “There’s something you should both see.”

The rest of the group of teens walked to the caves. Magnus started to hand out supplies prompting Elisabeth to ask Franziska, “You want to go in there? After four kids disappeared here?”

Franziska sighed. She looked around debating what to do before signing back to her sister, “You stay with me. Do what I tell you. Okay?”

Elisabeth nodded and followed the older teens as Magnus led them inside the cave.

Claudia walked to the library to search for the answers she needed. She looked around and asked for help. She was a bit confused by the tablet in front of her, but luckily she was able to ask for help from a girl not too far away. First she looked herself up to learn that she never really showed back up in her time.

Clausen opened up the glove compartment and commented, “You informed her about the meeting?”

“Yes,” Woller nodded.

Clausen asked, “Anything about Hannah Kahnwald?”

Woller shifted awkwardly as the girl who sat in the backseat stared at them, “Her husband killed himself last year. He hanged himself. Actually, no one here understood why she married him. She’s very pretty. She could’ve had any man she wanted.”

Annalise crossed her arms in the backseat and commented, “Maybe she had the man she wanted. Ever think of that?” She mumbled underneath her breath, “Asshole.” She tried to wedge herself closer to the door as if ready to leave the moment they said they were done.

Woller continued, “It was rumored she had an affair with Ulrich Nielsen.”

“Did Mrs. Nielsen know about it,” Clausen asked.

Woller shrugged then asked, “May I ask you something?”

Clausen looked towards Annalise in the back then looked back at the other man, “Go ahead.”

“How did you get this position,” Woller asked.

“He probably just asked for it,” Annalise commented, “Doesn’t seem you have much intelligence to work there.”

Woller glared at her. Clausen spoke, “Yes actually. I did.” He turned to the girl and asked, “Do you not know where she is?”

Annalise shook her head, “I get rather violent in my sleep so we keep different sleep schedules. She probably goes out while I’m sleeping so she doesn’t have to listen to me screaming.”

Clausen asked, “What caused that?”

“Probably the fact I have documented PTSD. It should be in your bullshit file on me already,” Annalise replied frustrated.

Clausen nodded, “So that is what prompted you to run away. With the Kahnwald boy, yes?”

Annalise nodded, “Yeah.”

Clausen pressed on her more, “So the argument was between you, Ulrich Nielsen’s daughter, the missing Kahnwald boy, and Aleksander Tiedemann’s son, correct?”

“That’s a rather weird way to describe the group of us, but I guess you aren’t wrong,” replied the girl.

Clausen nodded, “Were you close with the Tiedemann boy?”

Annalise’s brow furrowed, “Never particularly.”

The man turned to her, “So the reports of numerous students coming forward saying that the argument was actually more of a quarrel about the Nielsen girl and Kahnwald boy having an affair as well as you and the Tiedemann boy were false?”

“I wouldn’t call it an affair,” Annalise commented.

“But the reports are true,” Clausen asked with a raised brow, “But you said you were not close.”

Annalise glared, “He kissed me in a rush of emotions after finding out his girlfriend kissed his best friend and that she confessed her love for him. It’s as simple as that.”

Clausen nodded, “But did he ever confess any feelings towards you...even if you denied them?”

Her head shook in confusion, “What are these questions about? Are you a fucking pervert?”

Woller leaned over towards Clausen to try and intervene as well but Clausen raised up his hand and asked, “Is that a yes or a no, Miss Dahlheim?”

Annalise shook her head and lied, “Even if he did, which he didn’t. It would be because he was experiencing stress.”

“Don’t you find it strange that you were the only one to come back,” He commented, “His girlfriend’s father is gone, the boy she cheated on him with is missing, you went missing and now you are miraculously back?”

“You aren’t seriously implying Bartosz has anything to do with this, are you,” She questioned back. She was getting more and more angry and frustrated.

Hannah stared at the wall of evidence and connections in the bunker. She slowly started to see just how big this knotted situation was. Everyone was completely silent. Jonas, Charlotte, and Peter all looked at each other before Peter spoke up, “She told Tronte and me what to do. Claudia Tiedemann. She knew the exact time things would happen. It made no sense. And yet it was the only thing that made sense.”

Hannah turned and asked, “You knew all this? Michael? Mikkel? Ulrich? You knew it all?”

Peter turned to the notebook and said, “It’s all here.” He handed Jonas the notebook, “She gave it to us. It’s all in there. About the children… Who disappeared when. Things about time travel. Symbols and tables we really don’t understand.”

Jonas looked up and commented, “The last few pages were ripped out.”

“Does Katharina know about this,” Hannah asked. The couple took in a deep breath alerting Hannah to knowing they did not. She shook her head, “You have to tell her.”

Jonas looked at Peter who looked to his wife. Charlotte nodded in agreement, “Okay. But I’ll do it.”

Claudia looked up her daughter next to see all the updates on her life that she had missed. She looked at the wedding article about Regina and Aleksander. Then she looked at her daughter’s hotel opening then subsequent closing. After that, she looked up her own father. She eventually got to the article that told her of her father’s death. That he was found dead in his apartment in 1987. Claudia sat back and knew she didn’t have much time.

The sun lit the way for our Jonas as he made his way to the mine. He was breathing heavy after the excursion of trying to get there on his hurt leg. He, then, made his way in.

“Sometimes I dream of him,” Martha admitted, “Jonas. It feels so real.” Everyone looked at her wondering why she was sharing this now, but no one exactly stopped her so Martha continued, “As if he were still alive. How can it feel so real if he’s dead?”

Franziska asked, “Do you think he knew something? Before he disappeared?”

“What do you mean,” Martha asked.

Franziska’s voice shook as she explained, “Like maybe he found out something he wasn’t supposed to.”

Magnus didn’t like where this was going and he wanted to avoid the topic of Annalise coming up so he interrupted, “The door should be this way.” He started to lead the group away. He started to question again just how much his friends knew and what exactly Annalise knew that was making her act so strange.

Martha stood there starting to put together pieces of an incomplete puzzle. Her body trembled thinking about it slowly realising that they were either going to have to confront Annalise or Bartosz to actually try and get a clearer picture.

Jonas struck the flint and steel together creating a spark for the lantern to light. He raised the wick and started on his journey once more.

Annalise closed the door to the car fairly rough. She stormed her way back into the house and told the officers that she’d call them if Hannah came back. As soon as they were gone and out of sight, she locked up the Kahnwald house and jogged to the convenience store to grab a soft drink for herself. Memories flooded back to her as she jogged. One side of her, her father jogged with her, on the other Ulrich jogged. When she stopped at the store, she watched as the foggy form of Ulrich continued to jog to his home like he often did.

Katharina asked Charlotte, “Where are we going?” Growing annoyed at the woman’s silence, she demanded, “Tell me where we’re going. Damn it, Charlotte! Where are we going?”

Charlotte, annoyed as well, stated, “It’s easier to explain it if I show it to you.”

“Have you found them,” Katharina asked, holding back tears. Charlotte sighed, prompting the other woman to nod, “You did find them.”

Charlotte nodded, “We found them. Both of them. They’re not dead. They are alive.” Katharina started to cry. This broke Charlotte’s heart. She hit her steering wheel and stated in pain, “But they’re not here!”

Katharina’s brow furrowed, “What does that mean? They’re alive, they’re not here?”

Charlotte fought back empathic tears, “You better see it with your own eyes.”

When they got to the bunker, Peter and Hannah were first to greet Katharina. The blonde looked at Charlotte and asked, “What is she doing here? What is this Charlotte?”

“You said you thought Mikkel was in the cave,” Charlotte explained as the older Jonas sat by silently, “You were right. Mikkel was in the cave, and Ulrich was looking for him there.” Katharina pushed past Charlotte to start and look at the walls. The officer continued, “But there was something in the caves. A kind of… Crack in time.”

Katharina turned and looked at all of them, “Are you screwing with me?” But when she saw the serious looks on all their faces she asked, “What is all this bullshit? Where are Mikkel and Ulrich?”

“Katharina, it’s true,” Hannah tried to speak up.

Katharina turned, “Shut your fucking face. No one asked for your opinion.”

Jonas stood up to drag some of the attention away from his mother, “Charlotte is right.”

“Another one,” Katharina asked looking at the man, “Who are you? Her new lover?”

“I’m Jonas,” he replied, “Her son. Your grandson.”

Katharina started to laugh at him.

The young Jonas limped his way towards the door as the other group of teens made their way through the caves. Elisabeth felt started to notice everything shaking as they walked. She alerted her sister then knelt down to feel if that was indeed the case. Magnus soon followed suit to also confirm just in case.

Martha looked up and asked, “What was that?”

Magnus looked up and said, “There’s someone there.” He pushed them back towards the entrance, “Go. Go.”

Martha peeked around the wall of rock that they were hiding behind. She watched as the light started to emerge from the darkness. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to see Bartosz walking from deeper within the caves carrying a suitcase. She stepped out and pointed her light at him, “Bartosz?”

Bartosz groaned and covered his eyes to protect him from the light. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he lowered his arm to see the group.

Magnus rushed up to the other boy and grabbed him. “Why are you here,” he growled at the boy.

“What the hell,” Bartosz asked as he was tackled onto the ground and held down by the older boy. Bartosz struggled against his grip.

“What are you doing here,” asked Martha.

Annalise slowly approached the bunker as Katharina asked, “My husband is caught in the 1950s and my son in the 1980s? You left him there because Mikkel is your father, right?” Annalise opened the bunker door and slowly made her way down the stairs.

She ignored the confused stares and said, “Don’t worry. I closed the door.” She pointed then looked at the group again, “All of you can continue.” She handed Katharina a bottled beer and left the rest of the bag on the ground for everyone to pick things out of it.

Katharina raised her hands and told everyone, “I can’t believe it. That you’re buying all his bullshit. What do you want? Huh? Money?” She started to approach him angrily then noticed Annalise starting to get in between the two of them, “Her?” Katharina grabbed Annalise’s arm and pulled the girl behind her, “Can you talk to the dead too? Hm?” She started to walk away with Annalise, “I knew leaving you with her was a fucking mistake. Look what’s come of you. I bet they are using you. Is that why you actually ran away? Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Katharina,” Hannah called to the woman, “I was there. I saw him. Mikkel.”

Katharina’s face contorted in rage. She let go of Annalise and approached Hannah. She shook her head and told them, “You’ve all lost it.” She turned to see Annalise rooted herself into the ground. If anything, Annalise only moved back towards the rest of the group. The woman shook her head, “Whatever. You aren’t my kid anyway.” She turned and headed back out into the town once more.

The young Jonas panted heavily as he continued. He crawled his way through the small cavern until he reached the door. He opened it. There was no rush of air. He tried to crawl towards where the fork would be but there was nothing. There was only a wall. He shook his head, “No.” He started to hit at it hoping that maybe if he hit at it hard enough, he would be able to force his way home.

Elisabeth stared as the rest of the group interrogated Bartosz. She watched as they all grouped up to tie the boy down and Magnus punching him.

“If you have anything to do with this shit,” Magnus roared, “Fuck you!”

Bartosz groaned and Martha pulled her brother off. She knelt down and told the boy, “Stop it. Just tell us why you’re here.” Bartosz shook his head panting from the pain as Martha walked over to grab the bag they left abandoned. She opened the bag and told the rest of the group, “Come here.” They opened up the machine and stood up.

“What is that,” Franziska asked.

Magnus turned to Bartosz and asked, “What is that?”

Bartosz shook his head, “Hands off. It’s not your business.”

Magnus walked back over to him and knelt down, “If you have anything to do with Mikkel or my dad… or hell even Annalise… I’ll kill you.” He promised this with his entire soul. He started to slowly come to terms that Annalise was connected to them, but she was just probably an innocent victim like they were trying her best. He turned and asked, “What are we going to do now?”

“We’re taking it,” Martha said.

Magnus nodded towards Bartosz, “And him?”

“We’ll leave him here,” She said scornfully, “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”

Bartosz groaned, “Shit.” He tried to reason with them, “You can’t do that.” He listened as they packed up the bag. He tried desperately to call his ex girlfriend back to him, “Martha! You can’t do that! Hey...Fuck...Hey! Magnus! Hey! Magnus!”

Clausen looked at Woller and asked, “What’s your take on all of this? We have a man-eating cave. A Nuclear Power Plant with a boss who’s obviously hiding something. An inspector who has gone into hiding. A girl who is covering up something. And an entire town who lie, cheat, and betray one another. And who are all only concerned with concealing what’s really going on here. So, Mr. Woller? What do you make of it?”

Woller chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Clausen looked at Woller and asked, “What happened to your eye?”

Woller nodded, “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone… Last summer…”

“Watch out,” Clausen yelled helping Woller swerve out of the way from hitting the woman with a suitcase in the middle of the road.

Claudia stared for a second before making her way into the woods once more.

“Interesting,” Clausen said while he watched her go.

Katharina stormed her way into the school to go check their claims. She went into the files and pulled the file for 1986. She found what class Michael was in and went to that book. She opened it up to find the picture of the class. There staring back at her was her son. There he was in 1986 just as they had said. She started to cry and caress her son’s image.

Jonas stumbled out of the cave to be greeted by Hanno, Johannes, and Annalise. He stared up at them taken aback.

“It’s not open yet,” Hanno explained. He tossed his apple to the side and explained, “Even with my friend here, it’s going to take 32 more years until it opens.”

Jonas spoke up, “So you all know about it?”

Hanno slid down the hill and approached the boy, “They're waiting for you.”

Jonas turned his head and asked, “Who? Them?” He motioned towards his Annalise’s great grandparents.

“Sic Mundus,” replied Hanno, “You want to go home, right? That’s what they say, anyway.”

Jonas asked again, “Who are they?”

Hanno rolled his eyes as Johannes slid down the hill as well. The boy whispered into Jonas’s ear, “The travelers.” Hanno walked away with Johannes first.

Annalise carefully walked down the hill. Jonas held his hand out helping her get down as well, “Thank you.” She smiled and walked with him. The boy was reminded how his Annalise always made sure he wasn’t alone either. He wondered just how much that was a family trait. She leaned towards him and whispered, “Please don’t mind Hanno. He’s been in quite a mood for a good while now since his father’s passing and the fortune teller girl left.”

“Huh,” He looked at her. She was a lot like her great granddaughter alright. Telling him things he didn’t necessarily ask for nor needed to know. But again, he was curious to see where this went.

She nodded, “Yeah. Really pretty girl. Had a smile just like my Johannes. Hanno and her were a bit inseparable for a good time while she was here. They were always whispering amongst each other and laughing about some inside joke.” She smiled and shook her head, “They always were firm that they were just friends. I believe them, but…” She looked at the boy and said, “You look at my Johannes just as the old man looked at her and Hanno and my Johannes look at each other. So I have to ask… Do you love him?”

Jonas blinked in surprise then looked at Johannes talking to Hanno then back at the 1921 Annalise. He shook his head vigorously, “No! No. I…” He whispered to her, “I don’t… He just reminds me of a girl I know.”

“Is that why you are trying to get back home,” She asked, “Do you love her?” Jonas shook his head, making her comment, “Well, your eyes say otherwise.” She smiled at him and said, “You know, I was the same way with Johannes. Then that girl told me that we were going to get married and have a beautiful baby boy. The way she spoke of it, it made me want to believe her… So… I did.”

Jonas nodded as he listened to the girl ramble. He wondered if that was a passed down trait as well. He chuckled to himself and asked, “So you think I love her?”

Annalise nodded, “Definitely. When you think about her, your eyes light up like the sky is full of stars. The corner of your lip twitches towards a smile. Any other time, you just seem sad… As if life won’t just let you die.”

Jonas nodded, “She does make me feel better, but there’s actually another girl I love…”

“But do you actually love her,” She asked him, “Or are you hoping for a life that your heart knows will never give you happiness… only a sense of safety and comfort?”

Jonas looked at her a bit shocked. He stopped and turned towards her completely to address her comment.

In 2020, the group in the bunker sat in a line. Older Jonas, then a bit of space between him and Annalise, then Hannah, Peter and Charlotte.

Peter spoke up first, “And what now?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jonas said, “Everything is going to happen as it always has.”

“Then why are you here,” Peter asked.

Jonas looked towards him and said, “He said there’s a loophole.”

“Who,” Hannah asked.

Annalise spoke up and said, “Adam.”

Charlotte shook her head and asked, “Who’s Adam?”

Jonas looked forward and told them, “The leader of Sic Mundus.”

“The person in the photo,” Charlotte asked, “The travelers?”

Jonas and Annalise both replied, “Yes.”

Jonas continued, “He wants the last cycle to begin. In three days. I have to stop him.” He looked forward determinedly. He stood up and walked now realizing the course he needed to take, “That’s why I’m here.” He nodded towards Claudia’s picture and commented, “She tried.” He turned and looked at Annalise, “But in the end, she became what she wanted to fight.” He walked out of the bunker.

Claudia walked out of the cave back in her own time.

The group of teens in 1921 arrived at the in construction church. Hanno looked at Jonas and then slid inside leaving the rest of the group. Jonas looked at the other two. Johannes nodded towards the door, basically telling him that they stop there. Jonas stared at them a little while longer as if trying to get a good remembrance of them. He then slipped inside as well. He followed Hanno then asked, “What are we doing here?” Hanno looked down and accused, “You’re one of them. A traveler.”

“Not yet,” Hanno replied. His eyes lit up and he said, “I will be soon.”

Noah opened the door and approached Jonas. He stared at him and said, “It must be strange for you to see me here. Especially after our last encounter.” Noah looked towards his younger self then back at Jonas, “You’ve already made my acquaintance.” Jonas looked at Hanno as Noah walked closer. The older man asked, “You finally want answers, don’t you?”

Bartosz struggled trying to get himself free screaming out for anyone to hear him. Katharina stared at her son in 1987 then back at her two children there with her. Franziska and Elisabeth came back home again to an empty house. Noah opened the door for Jonas to go inside the elevator with him to go down. Clausen wrote Aleksander Kohler on the board with a question mark as Charlotte, Peter, Hannah, and Annalise rose from the bunker. Hannah looked down towards the bunker while her young son looked around the cave before Sic Mundus’s entrance following the two Noahs. Claudia returned home to find Regina asleep on the couch. Jonas walked to the entrance of Sic Mundus leaving the young Noah behind.

Silja stared at the growling orb of swirling darkness. She walked away only for Elisabeth to point a gun at her. Silja took off her helmet and explained herself to Elisabeth. She demanded to know what it was.

“They say it’s a piece of God,” Elisabeth signed, “But it’s really a piece of the devil.”

The two Noahs stood in the waiting room with the fire going. “The prophecy,” Hanno asked, “How did it arise?”

Noah placed the last pages into the book and looked at his younger self.

Hanno asked, “The book, who wrote it?”

“Whoever it was who wrote it,” Noah told the boy, “had already seen the future and the past.”

Hanno walked towards him and asked, “What will happen next?”

Noah explained, “Adam will send him on the path that has been predetermined for him. So the last cycle can begin.”

Jonas staggered into Adam’s main office. He looked around. There was the painting of ‘The Fall of the Damned’ above the mantle. Something comforting arose in Jonas. He could almost see his Annalise dancing around the books. Then sitting and reading with him. She would have loved this place. He stumbled to the desk with blueprints on it. He studied it for a moment before an elder man’s voice called to him, “You must have a lot of questions.” Jonas turned towards the scarred man approaching him. The man stopped and told the boy, “Traveling doesn’t leave one unscathed. The human body isn’t equipped for it on a continual basis.”

Jonas stared at him for a second then asked, “What is this place?”

Adam sighed and asked, “Shall we begin?”

“I don’t want to begin anything,” Jonas said, “I want this to finally end. All of it!”

Adam nodded, “Don’t worry. It will end. That is inevitable. Your end. My end. Upon closer examination, everyone’s end.”

Jonas thought for a moment. He looked at the man and asked, “Who are you?”

Adam slowly walked to him and asked, “Don’t you know?” Tears filled up in Jonas’s eyes as he watched Adam remove his collar and show the boy his hanging scars.

Jonas took a step back. Tears streamed down his face, “That can’t be.”

“I am you,” Adam told the boy, “Every stone is once again where it belongs. Everyone is in the place they were destined to be. All that’s needed is a little push.”

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What have been your efforts in the campaign for SaveWOY and what are your upcoming plans to save WOY? Now this is a question worth answering!

In the past, I made a little list of the things I did to support SaveWOY and bring awareness to Wander Over Yonder’s existence and its third season plans. Since then, I’ve done a whole lot more from hand-drawn art to more intricate art. Some of them are almost as special as that signed poster @peepsqueak got from the WOY crew as a token of their gratitude.

Here’s an updated list of everything I did for SaveWOY so far:

Attended the SaveWOY picnic at Griffith Park, where I got to sign a banner.

Pointed out various higher-ups involved in the business of Disney television.

Sent several letters to the higher-ups, some of which had envelopes with an image of the downed space pod taped to them.

Started a weekly Twitter post series, SaveWOY Thought of the Week.

Made Lite-Brite art of Wander and Lord Hater, which Craig McCracken and Francisco Angones liked.

Attended D23 2017 with an Operation: FORCE drawing of Hater, a colored page of Wander and Sylvia and a few facts about WOY, and an orange pen with a green hat (I got the hat from the aforementioned picnic) - there, I signed a bench with Wander and the phrase, “Never hurts to help.”

Signed my name, drew Wander (and my own character, Jacken DeBox), and wrote, “Happiest place in outer space!” on the highest beam for Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge.

Wrote a letter (and drew Wander) for the victims of the Las Vegas tragedy with the message, “The darkest times call for the sunniest smiles!”

Got Craig to reveal the name of the ship (said to play a BIG part in S3, made a cameo in Future-Worm) when I commented that we’d have to figure out the name - his response: “The ship is called The Star Nomad.”

Wrote a couple of cards to two Disney higher-ups with the message, “A little nice makes naughty think twice!”

Drew Dominator in a situation that might take place several seconds after she passes the downed space pod, just in time for Noël Wells’s B-day.

Made the Star Nomad with LEGO Digital Designer.

Made three images in the style of the original Star Wars trilogy VHS set.

Posted 50 WOYS3PredictionPolls on Twitter.

Made an image of “The First 5 Years” with over 140 individuals (including the question marks for 3 new mains and 2 new regulars - I still want to know what they look like!) and one cleverly made Hidden Mickey.

Shared WOY-related images from my 1st 5 Years fan art on Twitter acknowledging the B-days of most of the voice actors (Charlie Adler, Kevin Michael Richardson, Ken Marino, Josh Sussman, H. Michael Croner, James Adomian, Jason Ritter, and Piotr Michael clearly noticed).

Typed a summary of how I think the S3 premiere would go.

Typed lyrics to “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’,” a song from my aforementioned S3 premiere summary. Wouldn’t it be great if Andy Bean used it?

Made a microgame with WarioWare: D.I.Y. where the player has to spin the fan to make the Star Nomad fly. Part of a chorus from “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’” included.

Started FanCharacterFriday on Twitter - more Tumblr users seem to like Dr. Otmar Vunderbar.

Made a short comic page of Lord Hater trying to break out of the DTVA vault plus a sly reminder that Disney owns the rights to WOY.

Shared a list of potential episode titles for S3.

Made an actual LEGO Star Nomad based on the model made with LDD. Hopefully, those who worked on WOY have noticed. In case you missed it, here’s a picture...

Now, the ideas I have in mind for further boosting support for the campaign. I may not be able to do most of them myself, but they are certainly for everyone’s consideration.

Provide updated information of higher-ups (if any).

As soon as we find out what Kid Cosmic looks like, expect fan art of him saying, “Watch my show and tell your friends so we’ll make that Mousey Company pay for what they did to my half-brother!”

Another SaveWOY picnic - if there’s one in my general area, you can count me in.

LP album artwork of My Fair Hatey.

A mural identical to that of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate consisting of not just characters from WOY, but also characters who were said to debut in S3 and characters who’d fit in perfectly, namely some of my OCs.

Pumpkin stencils of the main characters for Halloween.

Drawings of various WOY characters stuck on the ex-secret planet explaining why they need to leave said planet. Maybe I could also show how the galaxy’s villains would react if they learn that Lord Dominator’s been bested by Lord Hater.

Drawings consisting of SaveWOY-related messages spoken by the main characters from Disney shows that got at least three seasons (e.g. DuckTales, Fish Hooks), tons of love from the viewers and the executives (e.g. Gravity Falls), or both (e.g. SvtFoE, Mickey Mouse ‘13).

Example with Phineas and Ferb:

Phineas: “We may be creative and famous, but we’re not the ones who came up with the Star Nomad. It’s the ship powered by orbbles! Orbbles! I’d LOVE to see it take flight, wouldn’t you? If you let Mr. McCracken end the show his way, and not the executive way, which, truth be told, is the absolute worst, Wander will surely be elated!”

Ferb: “The Orbble Transporter was invented by conjoined twin brothers, voiced by the performers of the theme song.”

Irving (peeking in from the side): “Speaking of voices, the titular main character sounds JUST LIKE ME! How could you possibly resist?! And look, just because I’m the biggest fan of these guys (gesturing to P&F) doesn’t mean I have no interest in what’s planned for the furry orange fella!”

Since I’m a full-time Disneyland cast member, I should be able to make contacts with anyone who might have more clues about what S3 would entail. It might be a long shot, but if I’m able to convince Disney that WOY’s influence on my life boosted my chance at gaining employment at the company, they should understand.

A weekly Jeopardy-type pop quiz on Twitter - here’s the catch: you must refrain from finding information online when you read the answer (I bet you that the most hardcore fans of the most popular shows will get most of the questions wrong).

Example: This arachnomorph got his name from a dog tag he swallowed when he infiltrated a fish-shaped ship. He later became Lord Hater’s beloved pet.

-Who is Captain Tim?

Summaries of S3 episodes I made up myself a while back.

More fan-made characters - my most recent is an elected official of Cluckon, Mayor Spye C. Drumstick.

Conjuring a logo that best fits the status of S3/TV movie - Wander Over Yonder: The New Galaxy (the center would have the silhouette of the Star Nomad with Wander and Sylvia on it).

Brainstorming possible ideas for the three new main characters.

If all else fails, I suggest we make a web comic based on the hints we accumulated back in 2016 and what we learned from the cameo in Future-Worm’s finale. Team Sea3on has been taking that approach for SatAM Sonic the Hedgehog S3, though they are also making an animated version.

That’s about all I’ve got so far. In closing, I have several questions to ask as the new decade kicks off.

Disney executives: Are you even listening to us WOY fans? What more do you want? I’ve done so much for the campaign that I feel I’m entitled to know everything that was planned for WOY’s third and final season, especially now that I’m working full-time for your company. If you tell us what your demands are, we’d be happy to oblige.

@crackmccraigen: Are you aware of how hard the fans and I have been trying to talk Disney into giving you the chance for true closure? We’ll make sure we watch KC when it comes out on Netflix. If we’re lucky, we might see WOY get added to Disney+, where it should get that closure, assuming you’ll have finished KC your way before then.

@suspendersofdisbelief: I know you’re super busy with DuckTales and you love the plans for WOY S3 so much that you can’t bear to reveal it all in one post, but it’s been waaaay too long since we got any hints from you. Are there any other WOY S3-related facts you could describe in much greater detail? The campaign could do with more motivation.

Non-WOY fans: Are you convinced? Need I remind you what’s in the end tag of the “last” episode of WOY? You know there’s much more to life than tales from the land of Ooo, a blue middle school cat boy in a world of unusual individuals, adolescent twins in an Oregon town filled with oddities, a half-gem half-human protagonist, a coming-of-age princess of Mewni, a trio of ursine trend-followers in San Francisco, and all that jazz. If you’re not one bit interested in Hater’s origin story and all that was planned for S3, it’s your loss.

Pessimists: Will you please dispense with this unnerving “Wander is dead” talk? As a certain Popeye would say, “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!” You’re not trying to let the Disney bosses win, are you? You probably used to think previously canceled shows like Hey Arnold!, Samurai Jack, and Young Justice could never be brought back. The point is, all is not lost.

@peepsqueak and WOY fans/SaveWOY supporters: Have I been of assistance? Almost every remark I’ve ever made shows wit and perception. I mean, just think. Wander is still stuck in that vault where his goal of reforming Lord Hater remains incomplete, and he has no idea of what threat awaits him. He says, “Glorn, help us.” It’ll take something big and extraordinary to convince every Disney fan (and perhaps every Netflix fan) to talk some sense into the higher-ups. Not to mention the replacement/back-up voice actors we’ll have to find if Disney takes even longer (we already lost one - René Auberjonois). We shan’t rest until we get the answers!

@disneyanimation

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