There was the possibility to consider that they'd be back in Bellum when the sun rose. Maybe this was a timed incident like the moon, because Trenton could not configure any way that they'd all boarded a time machine. Of course, there was also the likelihood that this was nothing but a dream.. but Trenton tried not to consider that too deeply. He'd rather be a free man in 1929 Chicago than a convict in 2010 New York.
Trenton straightened from his vagrant slouch when the waitress set their coffees down, giving the older woman a wink just to encourage the roses to bloom in her cheeks when she set off for the kitchen once more.
"This city needs me," Trenton began while plucking up his fork. He dug loose a vibrant cherry from the wounded edge of his pie, and savored it with a smile. "We'll show it how to have a good time."