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It was going to be cutting it close, he knew. But before he left there was something he had to do. And this was the closest he'd been to this area in a long time.
This wasn't his world, he was sure. It was more likely Dr. Wilson's, or Aziraphale's. But still, here it was. The building was still here. It was even a corner store, just like back home. He didn't bother the proprietor, an old black man, who was reading the Times.
He just climbed the fire escape to the roof. To the old wooden water tower. He placed one hand on it, feeling the familiar texture of the wood. Knocking on it revealed it to be empty, and for a moment, his heart sped up. Was it possible?
But no, there was no trap door on the bottom. On this world, no one had taken the ancient container and turned it into a home. With a last, affectionate pat, Billy turned and headed back to the station. He should make it just in time to return to Fandom.
This wasn't his world, he was sure. It was more likely Dr. Wilson's, or Aziraphale's. But still, here it was. The building was still here. It was even a corner store, just like back home. He didn't bother the proprietor, an old black man, who was reading the Times.
He just climbed the fire escape to the roof. To the old wooden water tower. He placed one hand on it, feeling the familiar texture of the wood. Knocking on it revealed it to be empty, and for a moment, his heart sped up. Was it possible?
But no, there was no trap door on the bottom. On this world, no one had taken the ancient container and turned it into a home. With a last, affectionate pat, Billy turned and headed back to the station. He should make it just in time to return to Fandom.
