The incubus leapt into the passengers seat and made a mewling noise like laughter. He looked out the window. "There are many more buildings than last time i was here." he sighed sadly. "I guess its been a hundred years or so since then. What year is it? I was here when... When that huge war. World War two?" he tilted his head. "and i was born 1808?" for a minute he looked terribly confused, head tilted to one side, eyes wide. "What was i saying?"<br/><br/>He shook his head unhappily. "Shit..."