<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He was a little shocked when he heard her words and uttered slowly sitting on the edge of her seat with his chin on on his hands. "2018? What is that like? Wow... 2018 you said Darling? What?... no 2018?" Was she kidding? No she had to have been wrong, He died in 91. "What year is it? Is it 2018 already? Do cars fly? Oh is it like zip and your there? Oh tell me all about it? Oh lets hear all about the future." Clapping his hands excited. "Wait wait, is disco still in? Do they listen to my music? They do don't they? They must?" He grew scared, so scared almost for a moment. No maybe not, she didn't seem excited to see him or even ask him anything so maybe she didn't know of him. No, want they had his music here. "Do they listen to Queen? I must know. I'm  knew I would be a amazing... no I knew I would be Legend, I know they listen to me. They do." He was trying to make sure to remind himself. </span></span>