((ooc: Sorry about the delay, I had to take an emergency trip out of the country for a couple of days, but I'm back now))
"Don't worry about it," John told her. She was so apologetic for not being able to explain how the technology worked. She'd actually been doing a fantastic job, and had him really looking forward to the future, now that he was certain there was one, at least for the next twenty or so years.
"Cars and pollution are destroying the Earth..." he echoed her, thinking about the his own life and how dependent the world was on cars and gasoline. "I never knew."
"It's not trouble that I'd get in, so much as scaring my brother," John explained, Sophia is our neighbor, and she watches Mattie for me after school until I get home. Sometimes he, or both of us, will stay over at her place for the night, but usually I'll let them know if something happened. I just kind of hope there's a phone in this place somewhere that would let me call them."
He couldn't help but laugh at Rory's need for caffeine, watching her make a beeline for the coffee pot. He cut himself another slice of pie, taking a moment to look around the kitchen more fully. It was huge, bigger than the first floor of his house, he was sure. The appliances were shiny steel, reflecting back obscured forms of him and Rory throughout the kitchen.
As his eyes wandered over the line of pans hanging above one of the counters, they landed on a familiar shape on the wall. "A phone!" he exclaimed, walking over to it. "I wonder if it'll dial out," John wondered aloud. It would take away that last niggling of worry if he called home. Lifting the receiver from the handset, he was surprised to hear a dial tone. Glancing at Rory with raised eyebrows, he asked her silently whether or not he should try. It was never a good idea to play with things inside a strange house, especially on in another dimension, and he hesitated to call. For all he knew, it would dial the Devil and he would die within an hour.