Overheard in New York

Harold and I were on the train the other night, talking about the game. It was the usual post-work subway, crowded and loud when we got on, but a lull happened to fall in the car a few minutes in.

“I mean,” I said to Harold, and to the silent subway car, “Once timetravel’s working smoothly, we can move the teleporters without a lot of problems.”

They say people don’t stare at you in New York City, but I happen to know that’s a big lie.