Charles felt quite at home in this projected London. He steps along the curb with Arthur, crossing one street to another as a cab or two goes by.
He's starting to notice the people staring as they pass by, none of them looking very happy at him being there. "These are all part of you, correct?" Charles asks, just barely missing a shoulder against him from one of the projections. "Hypothetically, if you thought I wasn't here, would they believe the same?"