Jackson stepped out of the apartment building, squinting against the harsh sunlight. The world around him seemed both familiar and alien at the same time. Hover cars? No. Flying pigs? Nope. Just regular old 2033 traffic and pollution. How disappointing.
"Well, this is just peachy," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Now what?"
As if on cue, Quantum Quill's voice piped up in his head. "Now, my dear Jackson, you need to go to a hotel room."
"A hotel room? Seriously? I just left a hospital, and now you want me to check into a hotel? What am I, a walking advertisement for overpriced accommodations?"
"Less sass, more action, darling. Chop chop!"
"Alright, alright. I'm going. But if this turns out to be some weird timeshare presentation, I'm blaming you."
He spotted an ATM nea
