I look out the window, at the wing. I look a little further, to the ground below.
I'm not comfortable with this. Not at all.
I'm flying in an antique.
"Jesus, calm down..." Tobias says.
"What?" I say to him.
"You've been fidgeting the whole trip. Surely you've flown before," He replies.
"Never on anything this... old."
Both of us are silent for a moment.
I look ahead, to a small box suspended from the ceiling a few metres in front of us.
"What the hell is that?" I ask Tobias.
The box is about a foot and a half wide, and is entirely black. There seems to be a glass cover over the front, and there's some sort of control panel at the bottom.
"That? That's a television," Tobias says to me, looking a little puzzled. "What, you don't have TV in your time?"
"Sure, we have TV... but not like that," I reply.
Suddenly, pictures appear from behind the glass cover.
"Well, I'll be damned..." I say quietly.
"That thing'll rot your brain, you know."
"...shut up, Hal..."
How the hell did it turn itself on?
Oh. I see. Just to my left is a stewardess holding... something black. Some sort of hand-held control...
"It's two dimensional..." I say.
"Yes. Yes it is," Lance replies.
I can't help but thinking, once again, how primitive this time is.
My lungs suddenly feel... congested. And a little itchy. I cough loudly. I do it again.
Damn. This sucks.
I feel a little... dizzy. I keep coughing.
"Danny, are you okay?" Someone says. I think it was Mxy. Or Mick. One of the two.
"Yeah... I just need a glass of water," I say, getting up.
