For the Futurefolken.

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The point of re-entry to Ray's world is the same nearly every time. He makes a point of using the same exit from the Firehouse: a door that leads from the building's side into a nondescript alley. The door opens, this time, onto a windy November day. Ray glances up at the sky, then gestures to the others. "Looks like home," he says. A sniff of the air reveals gasoline, horses, and a couple of tough-to-identify stenches. "Yeah, smells like home too. C'mon, guys, I'm pretty sure this is my dimension."

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"I'm... sorry, Beka, I"m afraid I can't do that."

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"You heard me, toots," said Harper, taking a confrontational step closer. "Y'know, it'd be nice to go a public place I will probably never be able to go to again, without having to listen to your brat wailing away because you've spoiled him rotten, and not given the poor porky schnookums his ice cream cone, or whatever the hell he's whining about."

The kid was still wailing away.

"WAAAAAH!"

"--AAAAAUGH!" Harper yelled at the kid, and he stopped and blinked up at him.

"WAAA--"

"--AAAUGH!" Harper interrupted again.

The kid rallied and tried again. "WAAA--"

"--AAAAUGH!"

Finally, the kid gave up, and looked rather horrified.

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Ray took that as his cue and grabbed Harper by the arm. "Upstairs. Now." He jerked his head towards the nearest exit; under his breath he hissed, "We're going to the early supersonic aircraft before that kid's mother tries to eat you!"

Which it looked like she was about ready to do, given that the child's screaming had left him so overwrought he was looking distinctly blotchy in places.

"Excuse me, sir," snapped the mother as Ray started to herd Harper out. "Just who do you think you are? And don't try to wriggle out of this-"

Ray had to think fast. This was normally easy for him because normally thinking fast involved flying snotballs with teeth. Unfortunately, living human beings were a little harder than ghosts, and his voicebox was forced to go on without the involvement of his brain. "My name's Dan Aykroyd, I'm an actor," he said. "Really sorry about this, ma'am-"

And then he bolted.

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"Why the hell are we running from Old Mother Hubbard the Evil?" Harper asked, trying to wrench his arm out of Ray's grip, but with Beka helping to drag him along, it was pointless.

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"Because you're an idiot," Beka told him. "Harper, we're not back home--you can't just go around and insult anyone you feel like."

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"And because getting into a brawl with a woman three times your mass over the fact that she can't discipline her child properly is a great way of getting thrown off the carrier before you see that," Ray added, jerking his chin towards the bright orange, slightly bulbous little aircraft perched on the main flight deck. "Now chill, all right?"

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"--not my fault she can't get her kid not to be a spoiled brat--kids got shot for stuff like that when I grew up--"

That kid would never really appreciate what he had. He'd never want for anything, he'd have his mummy fawning over him, and maybe his daddy too, while he got to grow up in a world like this, with sunshine, and trees, and museums. Without knowing what it was like to starve all the time, without wondering if maybe he should take up the offer of that pervo down the lane for just a little bit of food, a pound for an hour of pounding.

The kid could go to a ballpark and see an actual baseball game there, instead of the Drago-Katsoff crucifying someone in the cheap seats.

People not appreciating what they had irked him, because he was give up his right arm--well, his left--to have grown up with Earth like this, advanced technology or no.

He was grumbling under his breath all the over to the main flight deck, but he calmed down a little as he walked over to the aircraft, sucking in air through his teeth.

"Ooooh, shiny."

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Ray smiled quietly and said, "No, if you really want shiny, you want that one over there." He pointed to the Blackbird, which had just been cleaned and was showing no signs whatsoever of any of the subtlety one might expect from a spyplane. "That's the Blackbird. That one there's a Tomcat, from the Navy; the one next to it is a Fighting Falcon, from the Air Force. That one there is British, and I think those two over there are French and... I can't tell, Polish or Russian or something."

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Beka took interest in a few of them, but honestly, she would have been far more interested to be allowed in the cockpit of one of the old birds, rather than just looking at them.

Eventually, she edged over to Ray, as she watched Harper scamper from one plane to the other, reading every word on the informative placards and generally bobbing around excitedly like hummingbird on crystal.

"Thanks for doing this."

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"You're welcome," Ray said quietly. "By the way, there is one you can sit in. It can't fly, but they're very proud of restoring the fuselage and cockpit while they work on the engine. It's over there-"

He pointed towards one more plane that had been largely out of sight behind part of the Intrepid's geography. It was long, and slender, and had a needle nose and tiny stubby wings fitted out with large torpedo-like ends. "It's an F-104 Starfighter. First airplane to break Mach 2 in a climb, and also the first plane to be shot down by its own missiles when the pilot failed to take into account just how fast the damn things were. It was a training model built by Lockheed, so it's used to having lots of different butts in and out- just look out for chewing gum, okay? They'll take your picture in it if you want it."

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Harper was wandering back over to them, his cheeks pink from the wind, looking exhilirated. As if on cue, he gestured wildly over to the Starfighter.

"Picture time!"

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"Oh boy," Beka said flatly, rolling her eyes.

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Ray just smiled and led the way over. "Go on, Harper- just don't step on the actual fuselage, okay? That's what the ladder's for. I've got the camera..."

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"Camera? Pfft." He reached into his coat, and tossed Ray a little black cube, about an inch in volume. "Point the side with the circle at us and press the button on the side."

He climbed up and plopped in without touching the fuselage.

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"What am I supposed to do. Just stand here?" said Beka. "There's no way I'm gonna--oof!" she cried as Harper yanked her down into his lap and grinned at Ray, ready for the picture.

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"Sweet," Ray said, and complied.

Any trip that involved futuretech that didn't cost him a limb or an eye or something was a good one.

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After climbing out of the plane, he reached into his jacket again.

"Hey, think it's nifty? I've got a blank one on me." He got ready to chuck it at Ray. "Switch!"

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"So, what's next on the agenda of this Ye Olde New Yorke trip of ours?" Beka asked.

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Ray caught the device and tossed the old one to Harper. "From here? The helicopter ride is next. It's a five-borough tour lasting twenty minutes. After that we go to Thirty-third street, wherein we shall not only find Jim Hanley's Comic Universe, but- assuming it's of interest, of course- a few minutes' time in line and an elevator ride will get us to the top of the Empire State Building."

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You know that noise that Ray makes sometimes that only dogs can hear? Yeah, Harper made that noise.

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Ray just smiled.

"I love this town," he said to no one in particular.