James looked at the rather buff teen in a black shirt with the red S before looking back at the others and shrugged, his gaze landing on the teen who had spoken. "I...don't know for certain in all honestly. It's like...whatever brought me here scrambled my brains. Some stuff I remember clearly like who my parents are, friends are, other stuff it's just..." He shrugged helplessly.
"Well," Conner began, leaning against the wall. "At this point I'd say alternate timeline. Given his being here has probably changed ours by now. So if he does go back his time wouldn't have changed."