The 'tall things' Hawkeye realized must be the skyscrapers, towering and streamlined and dwarfing any imagination from his own time. He still wants to be convinced that Guy is only from a very underdeveloped part of the world- the world he knows- but then the part about living in caves makes his attention snap to the possibility that-- that hey, he's talking to history. And his nose scrunches a little in thought, and his brows furrow lightly.
So how was it that everyone was speaking English?
And the power of everything he didn't understand was so great, he was sure he felt a headache coming on. The sensation burst through when Mindy did- and Hawkeye didn't let a single moment of silence go between the end of her words and his rushed repair- "Those are caricatures- cartoons- exaggerated in one extreme for all they're worth. There are actually studies, centers all over of people trying very hard to understand-"
and wasn't it weird? To think that those kinds of centers might exist in this world, trying to figure out the lives of the creatures, hardly human by these new standards, who had lived so long before? What the hell had become of Crabapple Cove?
He's not even sure he's going to help, and he prepares to state the obvious in the least problematic way he knows. "There's not a whole lot left of the prehistoric. Time moved on, and it doesn't care to preserve a lot of the things we'd like it to. Now, that was back in my time. That's 1953." Not that it'll mean anything to the fella wrapped in a blanket. "And this time's ahead of mine by a mile. Now- how we all ended up here, I dunno." It felt like a newsflash streaming over and over in his head: everyone you know is dead. But if they were fine here, displaced, the folk back home must be fine, left alone where they had been. Right? No? Christ almighty, what a headache. What a heartbreak. "It's new to all of us. Having us not know what's going on is part of the game."
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So how was it that everyone was speaking English?
And the power of everything he didn't understand was so great, he was sure he felt a headache coming on. The sensation burst through when Mindy did- and Hawkeye didn't let a single moment of silence go between the end of her words and his rushed repair- "Those are caricatures- cartoons- exaggerated in one extreme for all they're worth. There are actually studies, centers all over of people trying very hard to understand-"
and wasn't it weird? To think that those kinds of centers might exist in this world, trying to figure out the lives of the creatures, hardly human by these new standards, who had lived so long before? What the hell had become of Crabapple Cove?
He's not even sure he's going to help, and he prepares to state the obvious in the least problematic way he knows. "There's not a whole lot left of the prehistoric. Time moved on, and it doesn't care to preserve a lot of the things we'd like it to. Now, that was back in my time. That's 1953." Not that it'll mean anything to the fella wrapped in a blanket. "And this time's ahead of mine by a mile. Now- how we all ended up here, I dunno." It felt like a newsflash streaming over and over in his head: everyone you know is dead. But if they were fine here, displaced, the folk back home must be fine, left alone where they had been. Right? No? Christ almighty, what a headache. What a heartbreak. "It's new to all of us. Having us not know what's going on is part of the game."