[Five's wandered off. That's the polite way of saying he's poking around. He doesn't have any brainy specs on just yet, but he's got his hands behind his back, which is the polite way of saying he's suspecting something. Something very, very wrong, not the least bit related to being sucked into the center of a temporal anomaly hurricane. Not at all. That would be ridiculous, and also entirely accurate.

He's half expecting quantum weather butterflies to start popping up, but he runs into himself instead.]

Oh, there you are.