Lie about the rings

"Timothy," you say with a sigh, pretending to give in. "My name is Timothy Barlough." Timothy Barlough is the name of a kid you knew in high school, a pasty redheaded boy who looked like he ate 6 meals a day. Both of your interrogators look unconvinced, but at least there's no more banging of fists on the table.

"And where did you get those rings?" the man in blue asks.

"Uh... at a flea market. This old man said they-"

"Bullshit," the man snaps before you can continue spinning your made up story.

"No, it's real," you insist, although you're starting to sweat.

"Never mind about how you got them then. What do they do?" the man continues.

"1 has temporal abilities, I think. He was able to move when I used the pocket watch," the woman in red adds, before they both look to you to answer the man in blue's question.

"Uh... actually, they're all time, uh, temporal abilities. It's a set of 5 rings you see. The possessor of all 5 is able to control time, stop it, fast forward, go back, go into the distance past, and go far into the future," you stammer. You hope they believe you this time. You don't want them to know about all your abilities yet, still hopeful that you might be able to trick them and escape. All you need is to be able to activate your teleportation ring, and then you're out of here.