“I mean, I’m not even sure HOW you’d find the place, anyways.
You’d either need to become a Master Chronomancer yourself to even be considered for entry, or you need to draw one out in order to-

… … …Oh. I’M ABOUT TO BE BAIT, AREN’T I.”

Physically impossible.
His mom is sitting at THE LITERAL END OF TIME ITSELF with several other Chronomancers where she spends her days MAKING SURE THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE DOESN’T COLLAPSE ON ITSELF.

Also, she isn’t a Sheep Person like him. (The Sheep Stuff came from his dad.)

Uuuh… Like… Blue/White, I guess?

Well… This is… Certainly a turn of luck! Surely, something good must await him for defying all perplexing odds!

(Oh no she said the thing-)

…
…
…Possibly… More than… One…?

DREAMS?! HE- HE WOULD NEVER-

…
…N-Nope…
Not… Not in a… M-Million years!

…
…Okay, maybe once.