“Yes, I think you’re stupid,” John replied, impatiently. He was not in the best mood to deal with an insolent brat. “When I ask something I want an answer.” He made gesture with the gun. “First of all, hands up, pretty boy. I don’t know where you come from but that thing on your ear does look familiar. And it’s not from this planet and this century. “ He looked around wondering where that police car had gone. He didn’t want to have them back. They were in a public place after all where anyone could see them. “We’re on the Earth, by the way. Twenty first century.”