"My time is running out…" Aaron says.
"You understand what this is, don't you?" The Silent asked.
"Humphrey… the wolf who kills Aaron…" The Teselecta says.
"Whatever happens now, you do not interfere." Aaron tells the gang.
"Who wants me dead?" Aaron asks the Teselecta.
"The Silence. The Silence is not a species, it is a religious order. Their belief is that Silence will fall when the oldest wolf is dead."
"And who is going to kill me?"
"Unknown."
Jasper Park, time, 5:02 p.m.
It was a nice day in Canada. The nicest it could ever be. The War of the Roses enters its second year and many people were happy.
"It's another beautiful day in Canada. There are reports of solar flares that are interrupting radio signals." A newsman says.
Canadian picnickers are warned not to feed the pterodactyls and Charles Dickens is interviewed on television about his new Christmas ghost special.
"Holy Roman Emperor Dr. Jack returns to Buckingham Senate on his personal mammoth." Another newsman says.
"Not too many late nights in Gaul, I hope." Mr. Jones says as he checks Dr. Jack's blood pressure.
"No… I just had an argument with Cleopatra. Dreadful woman…"
"Great dancer, though…" Mr. Jones added.
Dr. Jack looks at his grandfather clock. It says 5:02.
"What time do you have?" He asks.
"It's 2 minutes past five." He checked his watch.
"It's always two minutes past five. Day or night. Why's that?"
"That is the time." Mr. Jones reassured him taking off his blood pressure gauge.
"And the date. It's always September 25th. Does it not bother you?"
"It's always been like this. It hasn't bothered me a bit."
"I want to see the soothsayer." Dr. Jack ordered. "Where is he?"
"In the tower… where you threw him." His soothsayer dragged from the tower.
The soothsayer is chained up and is thrown into the office of Dr. Jack. The soothsayer is Aaron.