With a tip of their hats, the two men departed with bags in hand. Money was tight, so they walked. The streets were busy and sidewalks crowded. Several times they had to maneuver around horse drawn traffic jams; yelling drivers, fists waving and pointing fingers to blame the other person. Like some kind of strange sideshow, but just part of London daily life; huge piles of stinking manure festering in the last heat of the day adds a bizarre whimsy to the scene.
Making their way up Camden Road, Jack observed all the businesses; there had to be a connection to this area or why would Norman come here? A clue was to be found, but it needed rooting out. They needed to start were they arrived and search.
Warren was amazed at how the few years in the past they had just traveled, showed the precursors to the filthy city he now knew or thought he had. Already the population explosion was taking it's toll and he was beginning to understand why some of the problems in his time were there.
"Hindsight... in reverse."
Jack turned to look at his companion.
"I know this is strange, but at some point, it may become less shocking."
Shifting his one grip to his other hand, Warren dodges a band of running children.
"Ah, my friend, you are the seasoned 'explorer.' I go back a few years, ones I recently lived through, and its like a strange new world."
Warren smiled, he was excited about this prospect of exploring time. His guide, however, had lost his romantic outlook a long time ago.
