They walked in about a half an hour later, Connor lagging behind Becker, having to use an awkward pair of metal crutches he must have picked up at the ARC.

"Much traffic today?" Danny asked them, smiling smugly as they walked over to where we stood and found room.

"Um…about average, really," Connor answered, after taking a moment to think about it, causing all of us to look at him curiously. "What?" he asked innocently, looking around at all of our faces, eventually settling on mine. "Abby?"

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head to provide him with an answer. "Nothing, Connor."

He got quiet for a minute before breaking the silence that had formed. "Oh. I wasn't supposed to answer that, was I?" "No, Connor," I said quietly, a smile slowly creeping onto my face.

"Connor," Danny called, waving him over to the table where everything still was. "Yeah?" he asked, walking over to join him, leaving Sarah to take his spot next to me.

"Thank you," she told me, in a hushed voice. "For what?" I asked, having to lean over to be able to talk without begin heard by anyone else.

"Oh. I'm sorry. For earlier. What you told me," she explained, smiling appreciatively. "Oh, you're welcome," I told her, just realising what she was talking about.

"But," she added, stopping and looking at me curiously. "Just one quick question. Don't you follow your own advice?"

I smiled smugly to myself. "Well, shouldn't that be obvious?" I answered, watching Connor from across the room where Sarah and I stood.

"So…is that a no?" she asked me, following my gaze. "What do you think?" I answered smugly, looking back at her when Connor noticed my eyes on him.

"That's what I thought," she said, laughing, as we watched Connor and Danny walk back over to us, nothing but a bare wall behind them, all traces of the anomaly now long gone.

"Hey, Danny," Becker called, making himself known again after staying silent for so long. "Yeah?" he asked, giving Connor a pat on the back as he passed by.

"My gun. Where is it?" Becker asked him, looking at him suspiciously.

"Um, yeah. See, about that…" Connor answered in his defense, leaving my side to go stand next to Danny, in case he needed back up.

Danny looked back at him, an amused expression on his face. "Don't," he said, holding his hand out in front of him. "Here," Danny answered, handing him the mangled remains of his gun.

"Well, where's the rest of it?" Becker asked impatiently, looking back and forth between Connor and Danny.

"Somewhere in the future would be my best guess," Connor said, chuckling, causing Becker to glare at him and mumble something under his breath.

"Right. Sorry," he said quietly, throwing me a quick glance over his shoulder before turning back to Becker and Danny.

"Connor. Danny," he said, looking each of them over as he said their names. "Remind me never to let you borrow anything of mine ever again," he said calmly, having to bite down on his lip to avoid an outburst.

"Well, that went well, didn't it?" Connor mumbled sarcastically in my ear, making me laugh and causing a few curious glances, as we moved in a large group towards the door, Danny leading us along, with me and Connor behind him, leaving Sarah and Becker in the rear.

I started to move a bit faster in an attempt to catch up with Danny, having to throw Connor a warning look to stop him from coming after me.

"Danny," I started, after finally working my way up to the spot beside him. He looked over at me, slowing down a bit to a leisurely pace so that he would be able to walk and have a conversation at the same time.

"Earlier…" I started, before having to stop to rephrase my question. "Why did you let me go with him?" I asked, looking back at Connor, who was already watching us out of curiosity.

Danny looked at me again, a toothy grin on his face. "Let's just say you two…appealed to my better nature." He looked back down, reaching into his pocket for the keys so that we could get back to the ARC. "Plus, with how long the two of you take to say goodbye, neither of us would be here right now if I hadn't," he added, looking over to see my reaction.

"Well, thank you, Danny," I chuckled, before stepping back to join Connor again, when I noticed how much he was struggling with his new crutches.

"Nothing bad, I hope?" he asked me, wide-eyed, gladly accepting my outstretched arm and carrying his crutches at his side.

"What?" I asked, knowing very well what he meant, but just wanting to see what he would say.

"I really wish you wouldn't talk about me, Abs," he continued, completely ignoring my question, a look of mock hurt on his face.

"I wasn't…really. And how would you know I was talking about you just now anyway?" I asked him, staying behind everyone else as they started to get into the car.

"You mean you weren't?" he asked, watching with a disappointed look as Sarah took the passenger seat next to Danny.

"Nope," I said slowly, shaking my head, before climbing into the back next to Becker, looking slightly annoyed by the fact that Sarah had taken his usual spot.

"Oh," he said quietly, a confused look on his face as he got in next to me.

"Can we go now?" I heard Becker grumble next to me, as Danny started up the car.

I glared at him briefly, turning back a few seconds later to look out of the window, holding Connor's hand tightly, as we drove back to the ARC we all knew and loved.