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[paper_knight]

Today Mark is walking up and down a snowy New York street, circa 1935 or so, knocking on doors. He's already heard from other transmissions that all of the worlds are empty, but he wants to verify it for himself. "This is the neighborhood where I grew up," he says, panning the camera over the unmarked sidewalk. "I've never seen it so empty."

Later in the day he'll make his way through the rifts to a somewhat more rural area, marked by the silhouette of a lighthouse and the sound of crashing waves. The emptiness is less eerie here--most of the homes would be locked up for the off-season anyway. Mark is poking around in the only lit building, riffling through his own filing cabinet in an attempt to determine the timeline in which this place exists. "None of this makes any sense..."

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"No--you would be the first."

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She places the magazine back on the rack and tugs at Mark's hand.

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

They're covering Mark's neighborhood first--the important places here are quiet, sentimental. But that doesn't mean he's out of ideas.

"Are you hungry?"

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He takes her up a few more blocks, to a tiny restaurant decorated in a style that might--with a little imagination--be called oriental.

"Chinese food. It's everywhere now, but this was the only place around when I was a kid."

And oh, it was a big deal--both going out to eat and to go somewhere even ersatz-exotic.
The restaurant is, of course, abandoned, but a couple of tables are set with plates of still-warm chow-mein.

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Before she asks, she's already got her nose in the food, sniffing and licking and apparently liking it, because without sitting, she's already picking noodles and slurping them down.

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"It's from another country."

Well. Sort of.

"It was new. Still taking off."