"I could see it," Hank says with that bland sort of acceptance that, once again, he's in a shit show that he couldn't control.

"Honestly I don't even know if we go home... That's the part that just really pisses me off. Knowing that if this thing wants to? Maybe it just-" he snaps his fingers "-puffs us out of existence." No, he didn't even watch Infinity War and it's been literally twenty years beyond relevant. That just happened anyway. "Fuck, there's not even a way to know if we're us. Connor seems to remember me being gone most of the day but, shit, maybe I got caught in traffic or at one of the evac sites.