[He shakes his head, his mind certainly without any remembrance of giving speeches in a grand manner — only to his fellow Jericho members, within the confines of that old freighter, encouraging them to take action, to lift themselves out of the mere acceptance of their circumstances.]

I know it doesn’t make any sense, but that’s the reality of the situation. There’s another from our world here, another one of our kind. His name is Connor, and he’s also from my future — or some version of it. [They could never be sure if their universes aligned perfectly, or they were both from parallel copies with minute differences. In the end, it didn’t matter.] So this isn’t the first time.

[Though it makes Markus wonder why he was left days in the past, while the rest remained further along in time.]

It’s been three months. Almost four.