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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Ray grabbed his Green Lantern comic and paid for it. "Gotcha. Ready for Rockefeller Center, you two?"

He wouldn't ask. he wouldn't ask. He wouldn't ask.

Not unitl they were in the cab, anyway.

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"Yess!" was Harper's exuberant answer as they left the store and flagged down a cab.

He looked very smug.

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"Okay," said Ray as the car rounded the block and started heading uptown. "We'll do the ESB on the way back to the Firehouse. Save the biggest for last. Give you the opportunity to get properly worked up for it. I really hope you were good at what you were doing because I'd like to be able to go back into that store someday."

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Harper gave him an innocent, 'What, me? You think I did something?' look.

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"... well, I guess if they didn't come after us with pitchforks and torches they can't have seen too much."

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"They didn't see anything," Harper said, very assuredly.

He squirmed and reached a hand into his pants. Pulling out an issue of "Runaways," he started reading, as if taking out half the contents of a store in his pants was perfectly normal.

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Ray just sighed and leaned back in his seat. It was gonna be a long fifteen blocks.