So much of what he's seen and heard from Philip makes sense now. He'd wondered, not wanting to push and ask but now he's getting the story and it's both frightening and fascinating at the same time.

"Twenty four..." He shakes his head, just trying to fathom that. His life is being surrounded by those from times so far beyond his own. "Wow. Okay then."

He draws a breath, rubbing at the back of his neck, just trying to make sense of it and what all he's being told. "So less than a million people left? In the entire ... Was it war or the climate?" He shouldn't want to know but he feels he has to. How can he not ask. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, okay?"