"I know everything," Five bites, jaw clenched, a touch on the defensive. Oh, if only they knew what he saw when he traveled as a kid, when he went rushing through time, not knowing that the road led to a dead-end. He still finds himself remembering the way they looked in the rubble, their faces the same as they are now, but charred and dusted and cold, burned into the back of his mind.

He drinks deeply from his mug, thankful that the coffee isn't burnt, that it goes down bitter and hot. He needs to sleep, he knows that much, but there isn't time for that here.

"Plenty of resources at my disposal in the future, among other things," he looks down at his cup, nearly empty. His mouth twists into a tight line and he blinks, body evaporating from his place at the pool table, into a chair at the table across from her. "When I went forward in time, the library was one of the only things left standing."

Even then, standing is a relative term. It had some walls remaining, had some shelter from the elements, a small collection of books and newspapers protected by a layer of grime and dirt. "I read Vanya's book, though from what I understand it wasn't exactly a crowd pleaser." Not that it exactly gave many details about their adult lives, but it painted a picture for him, of how things were when he left.

Maybe, just maybe, he can try confiding in Allison. The risks are just as high as it might have been with Vanya, but the Rumor leaves something to be wary of, even if they are siblings. It's been a long time, they've all changed. Best to refrain from making assumptions. But as she said, she'd be leaving on the next plane which is, frankly, for the best. One less body in the way as he tries to hurtle his way toward the apocalypse and whatever causes it.

"Can't say I'd blame you, either."