There's Boston, the Librarian says and then suddenly there's Boston.
Tom stares through the door and there it is, a back street, buildings, a busier main street in the distance. Noises flood through the portal into the annex, birds, cars, people talking and chattering and laughing. Somewhere a TV plays. Metal clanks. A siren. A baby crying.
Life.
"No, Boston was... destroyed." His voice breaks, too overwhelmed by the images presented to him. "It's all been..."
He turns back to him and steps forward, clearly upset now. "What is this?! This is some kind of trick. Are you trying to get into my head!?"
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Tom stares through the door and there it is, a back street, buildings, a busier main street in the distance. Noises flood through the portal into the annex, birds, cars, people talking and chattering and laughing. Somewhere a TV plays. Metal clanks. A siren. A baby crying.
Life.
"No, Boston was... destroyed." His voice breaks, too overwhelmed by the images presented to him. "It's all been..."
He turns back to him and steps forward, clearly upset now. "What is this?! This is some kind of trick. Are you trying to get into my head!?"