Jo started the car as Zoe put on her seatbelt. "What are you in the mood for?" Zoe asked while scrolling through her mp3 player.

"Why don't you have the newest generation player? There's no scroll or buttons to press, you just speak the name of the song or the playlist and go."

"Yeah, that wouldn't call any attention to me. We're really not supposed to take the latest tech out of Eureka, the town is a secret, remember?"

"What about the Bluetooth?" Jo asked. "Won't that draw attention?"

"That's different. No one can see it. Now what do you want to hear?"

"How about some rock?"

"Sounds good to me." Zoe grinned and chose a playlist. The opening licks to Walk This Way blared out of the speakers.

They drove for a while, singing along with the music, sometimes beating the steering wheel and their knees in time. Zoe glanced over at Jo. She was smiling hugely as she sang along to Bad Reputation. When the song was over, Zoe turned down the volume. "I can't believe you know so many songs."

"What?" Jo looked at Zoe and then back at the road. "Oh, yeah. I love music. No matter how horrible things are, there's a song that can make you feel better. Or worse," she said thoughtfully. "Did I ever tell you that I wanted to be a dancer?"

"What? No! Really?"

"Your dad never told you?" Jo paused. "Zoe, were your dad and I… close?" Zoe shot her a half confused, half disgusted look. "I don't mean like that, I mean, do you remember us being friends?" Jo hadn't thought about her history with Carter in this timeline. What if they were endangering each other because they acted without thinking?

"Well, sure. Although it took you a bit to warm up to us when we first came to town, but after a few weeks, the inevitable Carter charm got to you, too. The two of you were good buddies up until you took the job at GD. I remember you fighting a little at the time, but things went back to normal after you got settled in."

Jo nodded, relieved. "When I was little, I used to take ballet classes and acted in our small town theater. My mom made all of my costumes. Then she died and it was just me, my dad, and my three brothers. I had to start acting like them in order to survive – my dad wasn't good with girl stuff." She smiled at the memory of her dad shuffling uncomfortably outside the dressing room as the saleslady fit her for her first bra. "I still danced when I was all alone, and I'd watch any dance performance that came on television and try to practice in my room. And singing, well, I sang in the choir at church when I was a teenager, but since then, it's been just along with the radio. Alone."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Not here, no." Jo sighed.

Zoe hesitated before asking, "Is he really that different? Zane, I mean."

Jo chewed on her bottom lip. "Well, his hair is shorter. And he's more muscular. He seems to put up even more of a front than my Zane, too. But intrinsically, he seems to be the same."

Zoe chuckled. "He told me he had to put on some muscle to better defend himself from you when you became head of security."

Jo smirked. "That doesn't surprise me at all."

"Can I run a theory by you?" Jo nodded. "I… I think that he is your Zane."

"What do you mean?"

"I took a theoretical physics class at Tesla, and we had some discussion about parallel universes and alternate realities. I think that since you guys went back, you made the changes, and you came back, this is your home reality. The latest theories state that if there were parallel universes, you couldn't visit another one without exploding. So this has to be your home universe. That means that he is the same person, just with different memories."

Jo thought about that for a minute. "You could be right. But we'll never know for sure." My Zane, she thought. "All I know for certain is we can't go back again."

"Do you want to?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just a question. Your relationship issues aside, if you could go back to the way things were, would you?"

Jo stared out at the road. Would she go back? Well, she was pretty sure that the others would say no. Allison was happy; her son wasn't autistic. Henry wouldn't have met Grace and now he was happier than he had been in years. Fargo would hate going back to being Allison's assistant. And Carter, well, Carter would be happy either way, as long as he could have Allison. But how would she feel?

"No," she said slowly, "I don't think I would. I like being head of security. I feel like I'm finally where I want to be, career wise. But if I took my relationship issues into consideration… I don't know."

"Jo, why did you hesitate when Zane proposed?"

"I guess… I guess I felt like we were uneven. I know he loved me, and I loved him, but I always felt inferior, like I had to prove that I was good enough for him. Because I wasn't smart enough for him."

"You don't think you were good enough? Do you really think that's true?"

Jo shook her head. "No. I think that we had farther to grow with each other and by ourselves before we took that step. I know for a fact that he hadn't opened up to me all the way and I was still so scared that he'd take up with some hot scientist as soon as he realized that I would never understand the things he loved most." She grinned wryly. "It's amazing that an Army Ranger has such horrible self esteem, I know."

Zoe knew she was pressing her luck, but she decided to dive in anyway. "So do you think you'll try again now that you know what the problems were? It seems like Zane is more than a little bit interested."

Jo opened her mouth and closed it again. Zoe said quietly, "Some people would kill for a second chance."

Jo looked over at her friend and smiled faintly. "I'm glad that I don't have to." Zoe chuckled and turned the music back up.

Later that evening they pulled into the hotel driveway. Jo popped the trunk, got out and handed her keys to the valet, and opened the trunk for the bellman. She walked gingerly towards the concierge with Zoe. "Remind me next time we go on a road trip to check into the hotel and take a break before we sightsee. I'm tired and starving."

Zoe put an arm around her friend. "Hey, we had In-N-Out for lunch."

"Yes, but that was before we went walking on the Golden Gate Bridge and in the park for hours."

"I think it was worth it. I got some amazing pictures."

Jo rolled her eyes and walked over to check in and see about tickets for Alcatraz. Zoe wandered around, looking at the koi ponds and the waterfalls in the atrium. She noticed a drinks station set up and asked for a soda. After a few minutes, Jo joined her and ordered a drink. She took it from the bartender, sipped it, and sighed. "I'm guessing this means you don't want to go out to dinner?" Zoe asked.

Jo shook her head and sipped again. "There's a restaurant here. We can go out again tomorrow." She dropped a dollar into the tip jar. "Let's see what our room looks like. I'm sure it's not as fancy as yesterday's, but they told me we have a bay view."

They rode up and Jo unlocked the door. Their bags were already waiting for them, but Jo walked past them and to the window. It was dark out and you could see the boat lights shining on the water. "I bet sunset is amazing," Zoe said from behind her.

Jo closed the curtains and sat on one of the beds. She pulled her shoes off, sighing in relief. "Maybe room service is in order again," she said as she massaged her feet.

"You're so old and boring," Zoe teased. "Let me find the menu."

They ordered. Zoe pulled her laptop out to send some emails and catch up on her networking sites. She tossed her mp3 player to Jo. "Plug it in to the tv and play some music." Jo complied, choosing a playlist of the highest rated music. She swayed a little to the music, stretching her legs and back to help ease some of the stiffness.

She glanced over at Zoe. She seemed to be engrossed in whatever she was doing. Jo sauntered casually into the parlor area and used the back of a chair as a barre. Zoe knew now anyway, so it didn't matter if she saw Jo practice. She stretched for a bit and went into plies.

Zoe peered over the top of her monitor. Jo was bending and stretching gracefully, eyes closed. It shouldn't have come as a surprise, she thought. Jo had perfect balance and coordination; not all of that was necessarily attributed to martial arts. But the Jo she knew, though fun, never showed an artistic bent. It was amazing what a person could hide, even from those closest to her. Zoe leaned her head on her hand. I still feel guilty, she thought. I need to do something more, something to fix this situation faster and make Jo happy again. Zoe thought for a minute, and then smiled. Being at Harvard had opened her to new experiences, including theater. One of her dormmates was big into musicals and had introduced Zoe to more than a few. She slipped off the bed and queued up a song that she bet Jo knew very well.

Jo switched legs and began stretching again. A blare of trumpets shocked her into standing up straight. Les Mis? Zoe knew Les Mis? She pulled her leg off the back of the chair and turned around, looking into the bedroom. Zoe was still bent over the laptop. Over the speaker, Eponine began singing the opening bars of On My Own. Jo snorted a little bit. If anyone knew I was this sentimental, I think I'd die, she thought as she walked over to the corner. But I'm going to dance anyway. She got into position and waited for the harp to play.

Zoe's jaw dropped as Jo began to dance. This was no spur of the moment thing, Jo had rehearsed this before. She watched Jo glide and turn for a few seconds and then fumbled for her phone. She had to get this on video, even if it was just to convince herself that what she was seeing was real.

Jo sang softly as she danced. This song was perfect for her right now. So sad, but hopeful still the same. She pirouetted and leapt, thinking of all the times Zane walked away from her. Was it one sided, even then? Would it always be that way? She closed her eyes. I wish I could forget. The final measures played and Jo spun slowly and sank to her knees, head bowed.

It was silent for a moment, and then the next song began too loudly. Zoe swallowed hard and closed her phone. She got up, turned down the television, walked over to Jo, and hugged her where she sat. Jo flushed. "You saw that?"

"How could I not? I feel –"A knock at the door interrupted her.

Jo gently disengaged. "Supper's here." She walked to the door and let the waiter in. He rolled in the cart and uncovered it. She tipped him and sat down at the little table, sandwich in hand. She smiled to herself, thinking about the Geneva Convention and the first time she'd met Zane. I wonder what went wrong in this timeline, she thought for the thousandth time.

Zoe picked up her salad and walked back to her laptop. Well, she'd gotten… something. Would it help? She flipped open her phone again and scrolled to the video. This would probably intrigue him. Shock him, too. She glanced over at Jo, then scrolled to the text screen.

-I'm sending you a video for your eyes only. If you show anyone else or even think about posting it to youtube, I'll tell Jo you have it.

She looked at Jo again. This is the right thing to do. It will only make him chase her harder. She chose the video and sent it to Zane.