The response isn't immediate - sending signals across time can take a little bit and about the time Cisco's signal reaches Mick he's elbow-deep in a firefight. But the reply comes as soon as he's able, voice rough with exhaustion.

"I'm here. What do you have?" Struggling to keep his voice even, trying not to brace himself for the worst or hold on to hope. All he wants now are answers. Periodic trips to Central have helped, as had getting away from the team now and then, but he was still lost without any kind of answer about the hallucination that followed him and occasionally talked his goddamn ears off.