Five didn't consider the risks when he ran out blindly into the new timeline. He was too distressed from recent events to do that- losing an arm and then regaining it in exchange for your super-powers can do that to a person.

So he left the others in the courtyard where they'd shown up, focused solely on figuring what the hell was going on with this new timeline.

He made his way through the streets of the city. It was dark, he realized- not an ideal time for him to be outside, especially when his appearance suggests that he's a scrawny teenager.

Needless to say, that ended awfully.

Before he knew it, some group of thugs was on him, and he kept forgetting he couldn't blink. It was stupid, sure- and he was a good enough fighter on his own- but he was stressed, and distracted, and small, and outnumbered.

Hence, the first fight Five Hargreeves ever lost. But thank whatever higher power there is that you happened to be passing by.

When he woke up- he's had his head knocked against the side of a dumpster- he found himself on an unfamiliar couch, in an unfamiliar home. His first instinct was to run, but when he tried to sit up, his head spun and his skin stung like it never had before.

"Shit," He hissed, taking in a sharp breath. He lifted his shirt- which wasn't his, he found- to discover a large bandage across his stomach. Had he even gotten hurt there? Yeah, yeah he had- one of those thugs had a knife. Goddamnit.

"Hey, hey, don't try to sit up," You uttered, making your way over to him from the kitchen, where you had recently been located.

He reluctantly laid back down, looking up at you skeptically. "Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"{{user}}. The one who saved you ass. You're welcome," You responded, "But that knife cut will probably leave a scar on that... beautiful torso of yours," You added, almost as an after thought. He didn't really know how to take the comment.

"What?" He said.