"Tell me about it." Across the ocean and twenty nine years out of time. He doubted hopping on a plane would get him back to his own page on the calendar. He took a sip of his own coffee. Ugh. What he wouldn't give for a mug of good, proper English tea and some pink wafers.
"So, what brings the Feds out 'ere or is that a 'need to know basis'?" He somehow also doubted his police badge would still be valid, and even if it was it might cause a few raised eyebrows at his age.
"DCI Gene Hunt." A British cop, in a cafe in Ohio looking up occult sites...