He's in the middle of barreling down the stairs and out the door, when she says that — I don't know what he's talking about, I just got here — and he almost trips again. His hand splays against the front door, bracing himself as he lets that realisation roll over him.

Did she get reset. Like Vanya was reset, and like it seems Five might've been reset. Memories gone, swept away. The entire past year swept away as if they'd never happened. Everything they—

Luther breathes out. Breathes in. Sharp. Not letting himself think too much about it yet. Pulling the metaphorical mask of Number One back on, settling himself back into the skin of leader that he hasn't been in so, so long.

Somehow it's easier, in this body. It's like muscle-memory. Feeling the familiar ripple of confidence and a crisis buzzing in his blood, his pulse, his skin.

"It's not the most pressing issue, Number Five, but it's relevant. I'm trying to find out if you remember living with us at a house here, in Nonah, in this world. For three months."

Out the door now, down the street, his own shirt hanging even baggier on his teenaged body. Heading at a brisk walk to downtown, and his family.

"If she doesn't know the house— I'm coming to you. Describe your surroundings."