Five can't say it again, because it wasn't really a question if he remembers. He's suddenly grateful that Diego is still asleep, because he couldn't take two of them prodding at him about what's rapidly becoming a serious situation. They need him to stay sane. He's the one who can get them back, and if he can't rely on his own mind...

He doesn't know what makes her bring up the apocalypse, or if she's just reaching for something to pull his attention. Usually it's all he can do to get them to focus on it for more than a minute at a time. They don't know what it's like to see it every time he closes his eyes, and he's supposed to keep it that way.

"It was...," he trails off and looks away, his face pinched as he attempts to follow what he knows logically must have happened. They were all there, but just as he tries to picture those final moments, a splitting headache interrupts his thoughts. He swallows a lump in his throat and carefully shakes his head again.

"We couldn't stop it, so I took us back."