[ for once, illya listens. he lets fitz talk though the look he sends the other man could only be considered severe. still, he listens. knowledge, he knows, will be both important and plentiful in the coming days so he tries to memorize every single syllable of what he hears even if what he is hearing is ridiculous.

but, then the thinks back on what he'd seen during the trip to this safehouse and he wonders. he wonders and, well, he doesn't know if believes but there is some truth in what fitz says, he knows. ]

I am no longer in nineteen sixty four is what you are saying? [ it is, illya knows, but he wants the confirmation before he goes further. ] What year is it then?

[ he blinks at even having to ask that question. ] And, if what you are saying is true, would there not be a machine to accomplish this? I remember nothing. How did I get here? Where is the rocket ship?