"You're more familiar than the rest," he says, quietly. But it's not the truth. Cameron is only familiar if Ed turns his head toward the sunset, and gazes into the past. A memory kept locked up even in the dark of the night, saved from a time when one could only imagine what the world would become. "No magic, no talking animals," he pauses, "New York City rings any bells?"
That, actually, gets a little laugh. "Strangely, geography often stays consistent, even when nothing else does. I work in New Jersey. I'm from Chicago, originally."
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