There had been less reason for him to venture out of the timeline when he had, no explosion in part of the Presidio thanks to an overactive power set that he hadn’t gotten a handle on when it was working in tandem with his telepathy and no mission to gather up a shield of particular national importance from somewhere in the depths of time, and no particular need to escape though he was glad to be a few decades away from any concept of a space station, never mind those with the technological prowess of Peak VII; but he had done it, slipping through the time stream on his own accord to what might have been a simpler time at face value despite all the social and political aspects that, sitting in that same old diner with that same old shit coffee that he usual did when finding a common pinpoint throughout the years he traversed, seemed to bypass him.