Carol was scoping out the room and shaking her head. There was furniture, but it was still in the original boxes. Great. It wasn't the worst thing, but she wasn't in the mood to put together a bed tonight. Especially in a dress. "Yeah. And they used to tell me my humor was bad," Carol smirked at him while she inspected one of the boxes.
Then he told his story and slowly she looked back at him, her eyes narrowing. Nuclear bombs? Her eyes narrowed. Something in her stomach clenched, and even though it was probably not her Earth, she didn't like the sound of it happening to any one of them. "What year did you say it was where you were from?"
Last she checked it had been 2023. Was there a chance Jake was from a future? Her future? "And what do you mean you just dropped it off? Why the hell would you do that?"