Five didn't think they'd ever see the beacon in this cursed city. He'd only voted to stay to deal with the threat he helped create, but in the end his one opportunity was wasted on stubborn curiosity. — That same curiosity is why he's near the beacon now. It's the third time he's watched it activate, and he's only growing in theories about how it works. Whatever is behind it, it's faulty and unstable. Far too risky for taking his family back home even if he hadn't lost them at every turn.

It doesn't surprise him when it breaks.

He realizes then that he hasn't seen Allison since it started up. A nagging worry tugs at his gut as he stalks through the remaining crowd, but he stops when he finds a familiar face staring at him.

"Eleven?" He narrows his eyes and changes direction towards him. This isn't the first time the beacon has called someone again, but never someone he knew. The last few months pushed him to the edge of what his sanity could take, and now Eleven appears, untouched by any of it. (Unless he's overestimating his sanity, but he's not prepared for trying to analyze another hallucination.)

"Why did you come back?"