New Encounters (Fight Club Challenge - Baba)
Hank walked down the street, humming to himself quietly in between bites of his recently acquired Twinkie. A sack of groceries was clutched in one arm, the Twinkie box just poking out of a bunch of greens and bread, forgotten as he walked and tried to work out the specs for the Blackbird in his head. She was too far away to actually work on, of course, in a different universe altogether, but he wanted like nothing else to see her finished, and as heartbreaking as it was to be separated from her, he could still work out the finishing touches in his mind and finally be able to move on to something else.
He sighed as he swallowed the last of his Twinkie, thinking about how pathetic that much be. To be suddenly tossed into a completely new universe and the only thing you miss was a piece of machinery? Though it wasn't like anybody there would miss him, either, except maybe the higher ups in the CIA who benefited from his inventions. But he felt no loyalty to them.
Besides, here for a few days and already set up with a home, work, and then meeting a few people who seemed lovely… well, it was as easy a move as one could expect. He seemed to be fitting in here, as well as he ever did anywhere, and that was something. Not that he wouldn't try to find out what happened, of course, but all things in time. It was annoying, now, and he couldn't help but resent the giant wall he could see in between the buildings when he crossed the streets, but he'd have time to inspect it closer later, opportunities always presented themselves. Just like eventually the opportunity to get even with that snippy male nurse at the hospital would present itself, and Hank would gladly ruin the other's mood for a day in eye-for-and-eye retaliation.