"Maybe it's the moon," Luther says thoughtfully aloud, and then at the predictable Look™ from Five (not everything has to do with the moon, Luther!!), he adds defensively, "Monthly cadence. It could be a really, really messed-up lunar cycle, maybe."

He leans against the other side of the kitchenette, a counter separating him and Allison, as he mulls over how best to answer Five's actual question. How to explain all their time spent in that other universe? (Time both turbulent, but also— surprisingly peaceful. It had been good. He'd felt guilty about how much he hadn't even minded being there.)

"Both before Dallas, and after," he says, although that doesn't explain much. He shoots a look at Allison, a silent imploring for Number Three to find a better way of laying it all out. They'd been there almost two years. The timelines have gotten so far out of sync.