There's an order of these things. Christmas Past, then Christmas Present, and finally Christmas Future.
Hands tucked into his pockets, he begins to walk down the dirt road, that if followed long enough, leads all the way back into Lincoln.
But it's not Lincoln he ends up in.
There is snow on the ground, mixing with the well-traveled mud of New York City's streets. Chinatown - the noise and bustle around him is enough to set his defenses on high alert, but nobody pays him any attention, even if his outfit isn't in line with the times - because they can't see him.
He doesn't understand the language being spoken by most of the people on the streets, but that doesn't matter. He's still reading the signs on the buildings. Looking for a certain one. Everything has changed since he was here last...
"I never thought it would get this built up so quickly," he says.
Industry is booming, and the city that never sleeps isn't sleeping, even in 1884.
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Hands tucked into his pockets, he begins to walk down the dirt road, that if followed long enough, leads all the way back into Lincoln.
But it's not Lincoln he ends up in.
There is snow on the ground, mixing with the well-traveled mud of New York City's streets. Chinatown - the noise and bustle around him is enough to set his defenses on high alert, but nobody pays him any attention, even if his outfit isn't in line with the times - because they can't see him.
He doesn't understand the language being spoken by most of the people on the streets, but that doesn't matter. He's still reading the signs on the buildings. Looking for a certain one. Everything has changed since he was here last...
"I never thought it would get this built up so quickly," he says.
Industry is booming, and the city that never sleeps isn't sleeping, even in 1884.