Mary Campbell & Frank Castle
"What d'you know? I managed to work something impossible out for myself. I've only been here a few months. Apparently I'm growing used to it."
Or something.
Frank wasn't sure anyone ever got used to being in Madison. There were enough random happenings to keep everyone on their toes. Even the people who were native to the place didn't have an answer for the dome or the refugees. What was he supposed to do? Figure it out on his own when the smartest minds in multiple different dimensions couldn't?
"You got me beat. I wasn't born until the '80s. I'm 34 going on 94 if we go on how old I feel. I guess you could say I'm world weary. Just weary works, too."
The bell sounded and Frank let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
"I think I'm going to try to sober up a little before taking myself home to my ward. It'd be nice to meet you under sober circumstances. Talk about the differences between the decades maybe if that wouldn't bore you too much. Good night for now, Mary. I hope you found what you were looking for here."