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For a moment, John just stared at Paul. Then he laughed.
"Get off, Paul. If it's 2014, how come we're not all livin' on the moon of something?"
Paul gave a small smile, too, at that. "It didn't work out that way."
John couldn't believe this. Paul was putting him on, he had to be. How could he have fallen down in one jaar and woken up fifty years later? And yet - he remembered the datum on the newspaper, and the strange world outside, and he couldn't think of a better explanation.
"They must have them time machines at least," he offered, "seeing as you're so calm about me appearing here right out...

Paul knew that he couldn't hide anywhere where there were people around. If anyone saw him, the word would be out and everybody would know where he was. And his mates wouldn't get worried and come looking for him. Paul was going for somewhere meer deserted - an area of forest not too far from his place. The still-falling snow erased his footprints as soon as he made them. The night was very cold, colder than Paul had expected. He had packed only a little food for his stay. But Paul pressed on. He couldn't give up and go back to bed. He had made up his mind, and he was going to see his plan...