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Grabbing a hold of C.J's arm, Merida held him steady. She was trying to figure that out, too....where WERE they?

"We time traveled..CJ, you're from the future...this doesn't look familiar to you at all?", she looked up at him, frowning. Probably best to avoid assuming...just because this MIGHT be the future, didn't mean CJ would be from said time, or even that location. Who knows, they might not have even been in the same realm that he was from.

Tommy was sitting on the sofa across from the tv, and the older man was sitting in his own chair next to the sofa. The cookies had been sat on a table in front of the sofa, Tommy munching away at them. The older man seemed more interested in the tv and his can of beer than the cookies.

His hair had grayed while his eyebrows remained dark, and his face seemed aged far more than it should have been. Hard lines creasing over his brow and eyes from years of stress and anxiety. His gut enlarged a bit from what could only be a daily routine of sitting on the couch. Years of stress over debt had taken it's tole on the the poor man. He barely even seemed to notice that someone else was here.

Tommy looked up at Julianne, then looked to his father. Noting that he was engulfed in the TV, Tommy nudged his arm with his elbow. The older man blinked and turned his attention away from the TV. Finally looking over and realizing that someone new was in the house.

"At least it was t'day . . . hon, I ever tell ya 'bout that travelin' show I was with?" Blackjack asked . . . it was almost as if he never left . . . which meant Gotham was still infested with criminals, Arell was probably still wanted . . . and . . .

the circus was still in town?!

His gaze locked on to a poster across the street. The final show . . . that solidified it. He knew EXACTLY what was going on! But the question stood . . . to help his past self or not?

C.J. shook it off. "No . . . no we shouldn't. However, I got a hunch that something's about to go down in New York I got wound up in if this is the last show in Gotham I remember!" he said. Goddamn it he thought . . . this was gonna be six kinds of awkward. What he remembered was he got the living SNOT kicked outta him by a bunch of thugs when he tried to rescue Misty! Perhaps he could turn this around . . .

"I am," Julianne replied. She wasn't sure if if he didn't want to be bothered, or what his problem might be. It was his home, however, so she couldn't really say anything.

"Ohh..but somewhat bad?", Merida chuckled, moving to walk beside him. Guess this would give her a chance to see C.J in his own homeland..er..city! Not to mention allow her a view of Gotham..who knows how long they'd be there, so, may as well become acquainted with the place, right?