Laurie paused for a time, tea halted just at his lips, and looked incredulously at Bucky over the rim of the cup. "I hardly think I'm qualified to say. There is an underwater city beneath my feet, there are dinosaurs on the other side of the fence, and I'm surrounded by time travellers. This isn't the future. This is a poorly plotted science fiction story." He took his delayed sip, thought a moment more, then continued with a shrug.

"If we were somewhere a little less fantastic perhaps it would be easier to separate the future from the impossible."