None that have borne any fruit. All roads save the one leading to Lakeside are impassable, and no one has yet figured out a way through or around the hydro dam. Even if we make it to the shore, this is an island that exists on a planet these people call Earth in a year far beyond my own, and no one knows how to enter other worlds or eras. Methuselah reveals very little and Enola does not appear keen on meeting us in person.