Mark was growing eager. Okay, fine. It was weird, more than weird, being years in the future with new technology and culture and not to mention the whole being a character in some writer's Broadway musical. That was just plain bananas.
But they were involved in something major. Something so much more than he'd ever thought possible back in New York. He was aching to get filming and probably would have if he were settled in. What he really wanted to do was start looking around at how far technology had brought film and cameras. And editing! The stories he could get from the people here would make the most remarkable tale anyone had ever seen.
It was way too soon, though, and he knew it. He didn't even have a room of his own, for one thing. So he leaned back, trying to look casual rather than eager. After all, who was eager about the end of the world? "People getting sent back? Does that happen often? I mean, why would you get sent back and then brought back here again? Who's doing the sending, anyway? Their side? Our side? We are on the good side, right?"
He was curious. Poor Roger. Mark had a barrage of questions behind those but at some point, even he had to stop and breathe.