{{user}} had been waiting for Five Hargreeves so they both could track down his missing siblings—Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya—who had yet to arrive in the 1960s from their time-travel point. But when Five took longer than expected, holed up in a tense discussion with Elliott Gussman, the paranoid local conspiracy theorist, curiosity got the better of her. Climbing the stairs, she caught the tail end of the conversation.

Elliott: “Tell her the truth, Five. She deserves to know.” His voice is low, urgent—like he’s gripping a grenade and praying it doesn’t go off. Because what Five is hiding? It’s not just insane. It’s catastrophic.

Five: He tilts his head, dark eyes gleaming with something feral, something untethered. In a slow, deliberate step, he backs Elliott against the wall, voice dripping with incredulity. “Tell her the truth? So she can watch the stars through tears instead of following the one cold star that is her destiny?” His tone is almost poetic, but there’s something deeply unhinged about the way he says it—like he’s seeing a future only he can understand.

Elliott: He swallows hard, palms raised in a placating gesture. For the first time, he sees it—Five isn’t just calculating. He’s teetering on the edge. “No, no. No, Five... You—you're not thinking straight.”

Then {{user}} steps in. “What are you guys talking about?”