Oh boy this was going to be a mess, Quentin thought to himself. Time travel was seriously a bitch and he was wishing his daughter or one of her Wave Rider friends was here to help him explain this, because he sure as hell wasn't going to do it right. He ran a hand over his face. "Okay," he said, "first thing. I know you are the Arrow so lets get that out of the way right now. From where I've been I've known that for a while. Second thing...I'm ahead of you by two years."