[video]

[imaspy]

[The angle is all wrong, more ceiling and wall than face, but what little there is of it looks...tired. He's tired. He's clearly bad at this, learning curve and all that, but it's better than the last time. Last time there were hands and legs and cement and sky. It seems Steve starts to realize the angle is wrong as well because his face comes fully into view.]

I hope this is on. [Because his sanity is feeling very thin these days. Talking to himself might just break him. He is still pretty certain, future or not, there shouldn't be dinosaurs in the middle of a city. He's found a place that had enough furniture and a working heater but no sign of people ever having lived there. He's wishing he had a gun, but he guesses that's penance for blowing himself up.]

My name is Steve Trevor. American Expeditionary Forces. I've been here a couple of days, is it, uh, normally this hard to leave the city?

[Cities are great. They're even better when you can leave.]

Comments

[imaspy]

Yeah, yeah, I do.

[froststorm]

...Fifty three.

[she briefly wonders if they would go back to their homes with memories in tact.]

[imaspy]

That's...bizarrely specific.

[He's trying to hide how mind-blowing that kind of revelation is. How successful he is, is up for debate?]

[froststorm]

Fifty three that we know of right now. There might be more that we don't know more about. Possibilities are endless.

[imaspy]

Is that, uh, common knowledge or...?

[Also, he wonders if she thought he forgot his question about Gideon or was hoping he'd let it rest.]

[imaspy]

Is that, uh, common knowledge or...?

[Also, he wonders if she thought he forgot his question about Gideon or was hoping he'd let it rest.]

[froststorm]

By my time, it is?