Jack was feeling a little nauseated and disoriented from the trip with his wrist strap. Okay, so maybe he had gotten it to work -- it had brought him back to Earth, but he was still trying to discern what time period he was in. It was definitely New York, but nothing about it screamed that it was from an era he hadn't been through already. Then again, it had been some time since Jack had been to New York, so really, he couldn't even begin to tell what was new and what wasn't. He exhaled slowly and took his eyes off the buildings as he heard a car horn.

He turned his attention to the street and made his way to the corner to get a closer look at the cars on the street. The Buick Riviera. Ford Galaxie 500XL Skyliner. And Ford Falcon. Jack frowned and reached up to scratch his head. He had always been into cars and had read up on classics on slow nights in the Hub when he couldn't sleep.

Something about this was different though. These cars didn't look classic or tricked out. Some of them actually looked brand new. But that would suggest ... "1960s," he muttered to himself. "Son of a bitch, I'm in the 1960s," he had his hand rest on the back of his neck, lost in thought. Of course the strap had gotten him to Earth, but had kicked him back into the 20th century. Again. He looked down at his strap and opened it to see that it had malfunctioned again. "Piece of junk ... " he murmured and hadn't even noticed the girl coming up to his side until he heard a voice beside him.

Jack looked her over and she looked just as lost and confused as he did. He thought fast and put on a smile, hiding how confused he was and the fact that he'd just been talking to his wrist. "Not odd at all," he said and looked her over. "New York City," he motioned him. "FAO Schwarz over here," he motioned across the street with his fingers. "Central Park over that way."