There existed such a place back in his own world as San Francisco. But it was different as he remembered, or as he'd been told. Of course, it was arrogant to think that the city would be the same in every world of its existence. It was a fascainating but also overwhelming thought. For if there were different versions of cities, couldn't there also be different versions of people? Of himself? But Asriel tried not to think that far just yet.
For now, it was easier to enjoy the moment. Perhaps it was all a dream. A very real and strange dream. At least it was better than the nightmares he'd experienced in the past.
And he'd already made a few acquaintances.
He'd been invited over for tea which was a lovely thought. What was even lovelier was the invitation for more than tea but Asriel didn't want to put too much too quickly on the table. He was only a little late thanks to the long line at the tea shop where he bought some biscuits for Crowley. Cream, of course. He had them in a small box in hand when he knocked at the door of her flat.