"You are in the City. People come from different times and places. Some are good, some are bad - people, times, and places." Charlie for the moment felt like he was setting the stage for some episode of Twilight Zone, as if this kid was about to have his world flipped completely upside down. Then again, it could be very much like the kid's home. Charlie wouldn't know. There were times the strange prison world was very much like LA just in its strangeness.
"People don't like criminals, unless they are one, criminals. There are the police, somewhat effective. There is one insane asylum, meant for the criminally insane. There are rules, unspoken more than spoken." Of course, Charlie would notice these things first. He lived them; he was a cop. He always would be.
"There is good food, and bad. It's much like the people." He gave the kid a slight smile. "Fruit. Lots of fruit, good fruit." Charlie gave the waitress a slight nod as she came by with fresh coffee. He quickly finished off his milk, so that she could take the glass away. A slow wipe of his lips with the napkin allowed him sometime to think.
"The streets and buildings move. You could say even in the most stable and immobile cities there is a sense of vibrations, motion, but here, they really do move. Or more they change places. I've yet to actually see them move, but if they are not where you last left them, then they must have moved. Or you do. It's hard to tell sometimes." His eyes narrowed as he thought once more, but with a hmph, he turned to the remaining bits of cobbler.