Rip had managed to save Jonas by bringing him onto the ship just in time, then he’d taken off. He knew he was going against everything he’d learned as a Time Master but he didn’t care.
He had to pick somewhere to land so he went back to the Old West, his home away from home.
“Be careful,” Rip told Jonas as he led him out of the ship. He held his hand tightly. As nervous as he was about a place full of outlaws, he knew it was still safer than their former home.
Rip took Jonas to a saloon so they could get some food. They were both still shaken up from fleeing and Miranda’s recent death was at the forefront of their minds. So, they ate in silence.
“Rip Hunter,” a voice said from behind him.
He turned around and faced Jonah. “Hello, Jonah,” he said.
“Who’s the kid?” Jonah asked.
“This is my son,” Rip told him.
Jonah furrowed his eyebrows and said, “You’ve only been gone two days.” After a pause, he nodded and laughed. “Right. Of course. One of the many quirks of Rip Hunter.” He noticed how tired Rip seemed and the sadness in his eyes and softly asked, “And the kid’s mom is…”
“I couldn’t save her,” Rip said quietly.
Jonah put his hand on Rip’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“I think I need to focus on getting Jonas settled in here, but I’ll see you ar–” Rip stopped talking. “What’s that look on your face?”
“Jonas?” he asked. “Where’d you get that name from?”
Rip rolled his eyes and murmured, “Narcissist.”