John Loudon Macadam is walking down one of the paved roads he invented, when an anachronistically large and fast truck barrels down at him, obliterating him - from his original reality, at least.
kipling completionism
She points at him in a large, hesitant gesture, then twirls both her hands outwards twice. Her face has settled on an expression that probably helps convey the message You... what???
what-traffic-wrecks
"Hello," he says slowly, staring. Should he flap his arms? He waves slowly (he doesn't attempt to smile, he's Scottish). "...Britain?"
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