“Hey, Benj: catch!”
“What is that? A Hermes scarf?”
“It was the Time Sheath. He threw a working time machine at me. Goddammit, Billy. Where am I?”
The smell of sushi and bowing and Shintoism filled the air.
“EXTRA-RU! EXTRA-RU! Get your paper-san for whatever the equivalent of a nickel is!”
“I’ll take one!”
The paper was called The Hiroshima Times-Picayune and a single plane flew overhead and Benjy knew where he was, and that he and Billy would need to have a serious talk when they saw each other again.