The house was messy, boxes of random bits and bobs on the counters, jackets and clothes were thrown along and about the living room area, the kitchen had bags of flour, oats, containers of bacon grease and many other things scattered around the counters so tightly packed with things it was treated like a shelf in a garage. The floors however spotless, not a bit of mud, dirt, grime or anything really. The old man in the chair looked up at her squinting his eyes at her,<br/><br/>"Aw... I see, son what year is it, she's holdin' her hand out at me." He asked looking up to Alex,<br/>"It's still 1887 Grandpa."<br/>"Shit... do the orientals still hate us?"<br/>"Yes Grandpa,"<br/>"Shit... I won't ever get to see my wife in this time.." He muttered to himself, Alex gently took Del's hand,<br/>"Grandpa thinks he's a time traveler." He explained to her,<br/>"I did it gaddamit... I saw things. Things you wouldn't believe. Buildings made out of glass, books with no pages, skies filled with uh... well they had these things that were like a radio but in the sky." He said holding his shriveled hands up to the air. "I didn't see you two though, ah well. I figure I was in a time long after you were dead." He told them before shakily standing up to go use his honey pot in the side room.<br/><br/>Matt came in through the garage door.<br/>"Well well, the two have come to the domicile. The car works, been working for a day now. Keys in the ignition." He briskly walked passed them to grab his packet of cigarettes and lit one up fast before dragging half it in a single breath. Smoke came rolling down his moustache like an ashy volcano. Kryner looked to Del and asked her,<br/>"Do you want me to tell him about the wedding or me?"