Don t Sleep in the SubwayChapter 2
The strangeness of my clothing was quickly solved when we arrived at the dirty stone buildings of an almost deserted old Fort at the base of Manhattan. Nobody cared what the name was and I remembered it was still standing in my old time period of 2015. Now it was populated by a gaggle of unhappy and confused young males that were all asking when the next meal would be served. It seemed like wherever we went it was invariably into some sort of a line for something that we were all uncertain...