She breathes in and tries to absorb his words, trying to make herself feel better. True, she doubts that he'd been there in the late 30's, but it still doesn't sound so bad. Besides, she'll get to see the war and she can drag Rory to Times Square, see if she can't muscle in and steal the infamous newspaper photo on VE Day. Still, even that isn't much solace, not when she's stuck here now.

"Here, it seems like you walk ten blocks and pass a few rabbits and birds," she notes with the air of someone displeased with all of it, already. "If I'm lucky, there's a deer."