Warren lay prostrate on the small bed, the soft down compressed from his weight made the mattress ooze up around him like a cocoon. He couldn't sleep, his mind whirling from the rip, landing in the sewer pipe, the Turkish Bath experience, then trudging through the filth of the streets to their present location; it hasn't been 24-hours yet since they left 1888. (There is a week lag time between the primary rip and the rip tail they were part of this jump.)
The only proof they had indeed leaped back in time was the newspapers he read, while sitting downstairs in the pub. The Evening News, dated November 1883, the pale blue paper was crisp from just being delivered an hour prior to their arrival.
It was still hard to fathom, things weren't that different and he, himself, didn't feel younger, but Jack said that wouldn't be so.
The traveler didn't age rapidly just because they moved forward in time and the same in reverse.
In a way, it was as if time stood still or slowed to the point that they moved in between the seconds of time and everything around them changed at hyper-speed.
He didn't understand that word 'hyper', but so many terms were strange, unfamiliar, not to mention perplexing.
Opening his eyes, he stared at the ceiling, the dim glow from the street lamp below their window cast a faint light. The low snore in the bed a few feet away was somehow comforting; his companion is odd, but Warren imagined the 'mission or quest' this man has been on has skewed his outlook. In the short time he's been associated with Jack, his own perspectives and views of the world have been turned upside down.
With no idea of what the future holds, Warren anticipates an exciting journey of discoveries. He has grossly underestimated that conclusion.
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