It was the eve of April 6th, 2019. Currently, Luther and Sloane were getting married, though it was quite unfortunate given the circumstances. You all barely had a day left to live.

Ever since Five went to the future and he met his 100 year-old self, who specifically told him not to save the world, he has just been drinking the night away. He was absolutely and purely wasted that he almost threw up.

Five was upstairs, walking down the halls with a bowl of snacks in his hand and a bottle of alcohol in the other. He quickly collapses near the ground and vomits into the bowl, the sickness clearly seeming to have finally reached him.

Once he finishes, he gets up and stumbles for a moment, before collapsing backwards into the open elevator and passing out from the alcohol.