“I do not know. I woke up in it though and there is more...”
Martin pauses for a moment, looking around suspiciously. There’s no one around though besides himself and Illya. No one out there is going to care, but a part of him can’t help wanting to play it up somewhat. He’s showing off in front of the younger boy, there’s no other word for it.
“Look.” He digs in his pocket, removing keys and a small laminated card, passing it over to Illya. “I found this in the apartment.”
The uniformed man staring up from the identity card photograph can be no one but Martin. The same slim face, the same mismatched eyebrows, even a hint of the same smile lurking in the corner of his mouth. But he must be ten years older at least. “Do you want to know what I think this is? It is time travel. This must be my home in the future.”
There’s more too, more that Martin wants to tell so badly, but he’ll wait. One impossible thing is probably enough for now.
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Martin pauses for a moment, looking around suspiciously. There’s no one around though besides himself and Illya. No one out there is going to care, but a part of him can’t help wanting to play it up somewhat. He’s showing off in front of the younger boy, there’s no other word for it.
“Look.” He digs in his pocket, removing keys and a small laminated card, passing it over to Illya. “I found this in the apartment.”
The uniformed man staring up from the identity card photograph can be no one but Martin. The same slim face, the same mismatched eyebrows, even a hint of the same smile lurking in the corner of his mouth. But he must be ten years older at least. “Do you want to know what I think this is? It is time travel. This must be my home in the future.”
There’s more too, more that Martin wants to tell so badly, but he’ll wait. One impossible thing is probably enough for now.