"Not at all," Credence looks slightly perplexed, unable to hide it. He holds onto the book, looking the other over, and wonders if this is a case of times or worlds. Maybe both.
"The New Salem Philanthropic Society building. It's... It isn't 1926 for you, sir, is it?" He's glad, at least, that Jean has a friend here. He knows what it's like to be lonely. He knows what it's like to be alone.
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"The New Salem Philanthropic Society building. It's... It isn't 1926 for you, sir, is it?" He's glad, at least, that Jean has a friend here. He knows what it's like to be lonely. He knows what it's like to be alone.