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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"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.