For the Futurefolken.

[gone_byebye]

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."

Comments

[gone_byebye]

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

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"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.

[gone_byebye]

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