This time, he almost forgets to look for a dreamer.
It's hardly his fault, with all this around him; it's all so vivid, and like nothing he's ever seen before. Mechanical horses - mechanical horses?? -, a notably turn-of-the-century aesthetic, a place that screams AMERICA! while at the same time completely unrecognizable. It's almost like being back in New York, with the busy people and the smells and the movement, but just different enough to distract him as he wanders down the cobblestone road, sun on his face, trying to make out the voice over the speakers, the music in the air, the signs that are just this side of illegible, down the street.
He notices the rails, too. Not just in the air, but at the edge of the road - like a guard rail on a dock -, and he's almost nervous to approach it. That is, of course, when he spots the patch of vividness, and the girl looking over the side -- he's seen that dress before.
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It's hardly his fault, with all this around him; it's all so vivid, and like nothing he's ever seen before. Mechanical horses - mechanical horses?? -, a notably turn-of-the-century aesthetic, a place that screams AMERICA! while at the same time completely unrecognizable. It's almost like being back in New York, with the busy people and the smells and the movement, but just different enough to distract him as he wanders down the cobblestone road, sun on his face, trying to make out the voice over the speakers, the music in the air, the signs that are just this side of illegible, down the street.
He notices the rails, too. Not just in the air, but at the edge of the road - like a guard rail on a dock -, and he's almost nervous to approach it. That is, of course, when he spots the patch of vividness, and the girl looking over the side -- he's seen that dress before.
"Ellie?"