"What happened to Earth? What happened to the ships? Wicked? And Wanda? And-" Once the questions came they spilled out of him in a rush, a small glimpse that proved the Pietro that had gone into that cell was still in there. He paused, cut himself off with an abrupt and apologetic frown. His questions had never been answered in previous visits. They seemed to be what made his father leave, and he tensed, half expecting to be directly back to the holding cells while more time crawled by.