He wonders how much Kon really knows about that future and how it came about--it probably depends on how much Bart knows, divided by how much Bart finds important, multiplied by the probability of anything on this island triggering one of Bart's tangential info-dumps.

Meaning Tim has no idea, and he shuts down the thought with a slow blink and tilt of his head that, on anyone else, would have been a full shake. He's going to start coping any minute now, really. "I've placed myself somewhat ahead of Bart in the timeline, I think that places me further along than all of you." It's disconcerting and comforting at once: possessing the most information is one of the few things to really put him at ease.

Not that it's doing him much good today.