"No. The last job I remember pulling was the one where Tara conned us into thinking she was a lawyer." He'd just left Nate's apartment, heading out of McRory's when he'd stepped out the front door and found himself in Lawrence, standing outside of a pub he'd never heard of. That had been the second time, a little less confusing and a little more infuriating than the first time.
It didn't surprise him to hear he'd had a close call, with Hardison in tow no less. Watching Parker, he almost felt like he should have been apologizing for that close call, even if he hadn't actually been involved. At least, not yet.
"There's this weird...thing," Eliot said, knowing he was going to have a hard time explaining it before he even started. "People show up here from different times. Like the future," he finished lamely.