He looks over Jack's shoulder. "Well, date yes..." he leans over to tap the date into the keyboard. "Time was...2...ish..." He shrugs. "After 2, before 3. It was just past three when I made it back here after chasing." He hates that he can't just spit out a time. "If the footage isn't clear enough to get facial recognition, we can always input an old Saxon picture..."