Okay maybe he'd been a little hasty with the whole agency line, but you know he had to take a wild stab in the dark every now and then. He had to be right occasionally, part of him wanted to look over where Ben ought to be, he'd be rolling his eyes no doubt. Klaus hadn't really realized just how often he and Ben interacted, how much he'd depended upon him being there, even just to sass at. But suddenly without him it was all he could think of.
"No agency then. Probably for the best, we wouldn't be on good terms if that was the case." Better for all of them that there was no assassins here, at least not immediately, he'd just run from the end of the world the last thing he needed was more people out to kill him. "Toronto, 2018."
Klaus cocked an eyebrow at the kid and grinned, "Trust me I tried to claim number one a long time ago, Luther wasn't having it, and dad - well he assigned the numbers, and there was no arguing with good old daddy dearest." He shrugged, the order had become less important to him as he'd gotten older, though the sting of it was still there, maybe because Luther had clung to the numbers far longer than any of the rest of them, still trying to lead them as their number one even now. Well where was he now?
"Wotcher. I like that. So we've established the varying timelines and that you haven't seen my brothers, and we're in a town with a made up name. And I guess something went wrong with Fives plan to zap us all to the past because I've ended up here, maybe they're just .... a little lost." He said feeling a little helpless and lost about all of this. Together with his siblings they'd just ended the world so you know it was a little bit strange to suddenly find himself alone, but maybe that was better? Maybe they couldn't end the world if they weren't together. That was something to consider at least.