Five understandably has a very dependent and, if Doc may say so, unhealthy relationship with time. It is not something that merely passes him by the same way it does for everyone else. Beyond getting his temporal bearings and showing up where someone else is expecting him to, time doesn't mean anything for Doc the way it means something to Number Five.

"You think people thirty-something years ago will have answers about the here and now?" Doc asks as gently as he can manage, lingering outside Five's pacing route, trying not to undermine or derail that train of thought. "You know, most people couldn't tell you what's going to happen thirty minutes from now."

He knows there is no talking Five out of this, so it is not his intention to discourage him. Merely to consider the possibility that this might be a fruitless endeavour. They could just be people who have no idea what Five is talking about, where he is from, and he would just be branded a raving lunatic. The risks are truly too great to be embarking on this.

"There are a lot of ifs, as you say. If you do not return, you ought to consider your last words for Mister Klaus. Or write them down." He isn't sure if Five has told Klaus anything about this plan, but he suspects he hasn't.