Johnn groaned lightly at Blank's reaction. Yes, he was fully aware of the difference in time between the lot of them. Would it have mattered if he shown up back then or now? This was not their world, some of their fates would not be the same. It was improbable.
Cold. Logical. Just as his friend barely remembered of him. Just as he had to be.
Well, until this:
"May I present to you:" The mechaman spun around on his stool to reveal what seemed to be a weeks old black kitten, staggering as kittens do, in his hand. "B.I.N.C.S."