Kyle looked around him one more time. It seemed impossible that it was 2005, but that would explain why the buildings all looked different. Was he twenty-five years older, too? He had no mirror, but his hands and the rest of him that he could see looked the same.
"What do you mean you'll explain everything? Do you have something to do with this? With why I'm here?"
He eyed the other man with mistrust, but decided he'd better accept his offer of coffee. Clearly this guy knew something, and as long as they stayed in a public place Kyle should be all right. Anyway, he had his gun, though he wasn't going to tell anyone about it. He didn't have a carry permit for the thing.