Oliver had noticed the license plates, and the street signs being different colors, and a hundred other little things that were completely out of place for any part of Starling City. Telling Tommy that would be a mistake, for a number of reasons.
The newspaper cinched it. Oliver didn't know what had happened to them, but something most assuredly had and he had to figure out what and fix it. Fast.
The San Francisco Chronicle had an insert called Chronicle Magazine, and a quick flip through it revealed a map. "Bingo," he said. The map highlighted popular dining spots, according to the key. It was simple to discern which were for those with money.
The next store they approached, Oliver snagged Tommy's arm and went abruptly inside and to the counter. He was polite, but no nonsense, in his question to the clerk. "We're a bit turned around. Will you point out where we are?" he said, showing the map to the clerk.
The clerk shrugged, bored, and marked the map with a pen. Oliver gave him a nod of thanks and led Tommy back outside again.
"We're here," he told Tommy, showing him the map. "We want to get here." He pointed to a cluster of stars in the Downtown area. Once they were in a safer spot, Oliver could take the time to think, but for now they had to keep moving. "It's about five miles. Hope you're not as out of shape as you look."