"I haven't had time to settle on a good hypothesis," he offers, falling into step and allowing her to lead them off down the street. "But it could be the work of a divergent timeline. Things are familiar here, but not quite right."

That's really putting mildly; obviously wherever or whenever this is, the Temps Commission has no oversight. Too many variables, too much chaos. Now, Five doesn't consider himself sentimental, but there is something about the present moment that feels right in spite of all that.

Where and when they pulled his sister from, she's still got that same spark of fire in her eyes, that defiance in her step. Just like he remembers, in fact, and the nostalgia is enough to make the edge of his mouth twitch upward. "What kind of questions did they ask?"