"I thought it would be obvious but I forget that the Hargreeves family has a particular lean to stupid questions," she sighs, turning the photograph around to look at it again and smile. "But we'll cut to the chase. I'm here to make a deal."

The probability that she could die here, that Allison could refuse and retaliate, is quite high. She's done the math a dozen times over, puzzled out every possible outcome, and it all comes down to the dainty little photograph in her hand.

It had been impossibly easy, collecting the little girl and finding a suitable nanny for her, all tucked away in the same year in the same place. Had Five not been so deeply planted in the Commission, had she not discovered the wonders of his abilities and the strange little family he was so partial to? Well. Things might have turned out very differently as she climbed to the top.

"You have an extraordinary gift that is being underutilized while you play house with your family here across timelines. Five has been unable to restore you to your daughter's timeline, so I thought I would do the legwork for you and bring Claire to you. Claire— french, bright, clear. Apt name for such a clever young girl."