Well. They say good things come in threes. He should have known to expect this. Plucking the photo from Five's fingers wordlessly, Doc turns it around the right way up and studies it. The cabin doesn't look familiar, nor has he seen anything called 'Lodge'.

"Judging from the attire and the leaves on them trees you could guess at a season, put you within a few months range." Doc would have guessed spring. He folds the photo back along its crease lines and offers it back.

"I think it should go without saying that the most important question of all is what you want me to do if you don't come back. If this house was already here you will need to leave me a sign. But what are you hoping to find in 1964? These people? What do you think they would know?"