Cable was really having a bad day. His island was invaded, and his contingency plans, one after another, had failed. This plus he really wanted to say goodbye to Domino in private, and had not been able to. Damnit.
He set the timer to the time controls, to try to send the island where the marauders would never find it... and then the dumbass Cajun and his Japanese friend had managed to strike, at the same time, at exactly the worst place, of course. Cue explosion, and Cable being thrown into the time stream.
Now he was falling, feeling bedraggled. Why did explosions always manage to destroy his clothing? The falling felt different from the other times he had been in the stream. Somehow he was drifting sideways? He shuddered, and fell, and found himself feeling the wind suddenly, and the cold, and then... He winced as he suddenly slammed into somewhere, and then into water.