Class divide. Well, that's just great. At least it'll give him the chance to lay low. That's always preferred - or at least, it's safer for pretty much everyone.
"No, really?" he says dryly. "Does it matter?" Maybe it does here, where everyone shoots him vaguely suspicious looks and pretty much walks around like they own the place. For all he knows, a lot of them might. Does a city like this have apartments? Cars, even?
A flutter of paper catches his eye, a shred of newspaper trapped between an ashtray and the ground. He tilts his head to get a look at the date stamped at the corner, and pales.
1958?
"It's - 1958," he mutters hoarsely. "How can it - "
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"No, really?" he says dryly. "Does it matter?" Maybe it does here, where everyone shoots him vaguely suspicious looks and pretty much walks around like they own the place. For all he knows, a lot of them might. Does a city like this have apartments? Cars, even?
A flutter of paper catches his eye, a shred of newspaper trapped between an ashtray and the ground. He tilts his head to get a look at the date stamped at the corner, and pales.
1958?
"It's - 1958," he mutters hoarsely. "How can it - "