"Holy shit, look where he ended up." Good Jack looks up from the geology textbook he's cutting into ribbons, to the image on one of the sepia-toned monitors.
Little Lost Boy pulls a gooey slice of pizza out of the box. Strings of melty cheese winnow and snap one by one until the nutritious triangle is free from its brothers who still hold together in a more or less circular shape. "Wow. How are we even still watching this? He's in a moment with like no past whatsoever." He takes a bite. "Completely unmoored in time."
Good Jack shakes his head. "We must be on the exciting cutting edge of some new discovery in atemporal quantum entanglement. We should save the logs."
"He's in a very dark place, mentally. I think we should try and abduct this one before he commits suicide or something," says Little Lost Boy thoughtfully, his mouth full of cheese and dough.