I can tell you we're not in New York... [ miguel mumbles, attention shifting towards the newspaper. everything seems real enough, tangible and present; none of it stands out as being dissimilar to when he'd found himself back in peter's time, outside of—
well, the lack of lyla and the lack of anything spider-man related.
if it was a dream or a hallucination, he doesn't think he'd make up an angry japanese kid, it'd just be his mother, maybe with a side of xina for flavour. outside of that, he doesn't have any strict ideas or answers, nothing major beyond: "well, if the last two years of my life have taught me anything, it's that this is apparently just another day in the life of, not sure what that says for you."
he lifts a shoulder in a loose shrug; then, a flat suggestion— ] Time travel.
no subject
well, the lack of lyla and the lack of anything spider-man related.
if it was a dream or a hallucination, he doesn't think he'd make up an angry japanese kid, it'd just be his mother, maybe with a side of xina for flavour. outside of that, he doesn't have any strict ideas or answers, nothing major beyond: "well, if the last two years of my life have taught me anything, it's that this is apparently just another day in the life of, not sure what that says for you."
he lifts a shoulder in a loose shrug; then, a flat suggestion— ] Time travel.