Toronto, Canada, January 14th 1935

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Tyler jolted, jumping up at the sudden touch of someone's hand on his shoulder as Enzo was inside the tree house. He fell forward, face first into a puddle of grim and slush, and got up coughing to look back at what had grabbed him when he saw his surroundings.

He wasn't near the treefort anymore.

I'm pretty sure I'm not in Milliways anymore... Tyler thought as he looked around, wiping the muck off of his clothes. He was in some kind of back alley, between two old brick and wood buildings with a bunch of junk, paper and debris collected in the corners. Pretty sure this isn't Kansas either.

There were voices, people talking outside of the alleyway, he could hear them, but not make out what they were saying.

I bet I've fallen into the past. AGAIN. Tyler thought to himself creeping up towards the voices slowly to see if they were friendly.

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"An' why did ye try ter stop them yerself instead o' callin' the police? Are ye tryin' ter get yerself killed??"

"Hey, take it easy on the kid, Bill," says the other officer, who is about two decades younger and considerably less gruff. "He doesn't need a lecture after what he's just been through."

"That's one man's opinion," grumps O'Toole.

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Tyler will give that nice officer a very grateful look.

"Because this was the only place that I saw had a telephone I could get to quickly enough to stop them."

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"An' another thing," says O'Toole. "What are ye doin' out walkin' the streets at this hour? Yer parents must be frantic!"

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At that...Tyler does something that the Revenant would give him a lecture for. He looks guilty, like a kid that's been caught hiding out in an old factory.

"They don't know I'm here." Tyler says quietly. Heck. Even he doesn't know where here is.

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"Oh, a runaway, eh? Well, we'll let them decide what ter do with ye. Where d'you live, boy?"

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"...Kansas?"

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"Don't play games, boy, I'm tryin' ter help ye! Where do you live?"

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"I just told you! Kansas!" Tyler says. "Here, i'll even show you my school library card if it'll prove it to you!"

He digs around in one pocket and produces a laminated paper card with his photo and a series of numbers on the bottom.

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O'Toole takes the card. "'Excelsior Elementary School'? Never heard of it."

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"Probably because it's in Kansas." Tyler retorts softly. "You know, Kansas, United States?"

Unless this is some weird alternate universe where there isn't a United States of America.

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Now the other police officer is staring at him. So is Mr. Cully. Both of them have strangely sympathetic looks on their faces.

"Tyler?" asks the younger officer softly. "How long have you been on your own?"

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...

Tyler does not answer that. He just kicks the floor with the tip of his sneaker and looks down at it. "A while."

That's not entirely a lie either.

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O'Toole huffs a humorless laugh. "Ye must have, ta get ter Toronto from Kansas."

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He looks up dismayed at that.

Toronto? He's in Canada? AGAIN?

Well... At least I don't have to worry about any automatic home-runs from the little supers league at home...

"Am I in trouble?"

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"I should say so," says O'Toole. "Next time ye hop a freight train, lad, ye should pay some mind ter where it's headed."

"Bill..." The younger officer shoots a sharp look at his partner before turning to Tyler. "I'm guessing you'll need a place to stay for the night?"

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Let's see...sleep out in the butt-freezing cold with the hoodlums or go with the nice policeman to someplace that's likely to be a little safer and nicer.

"Yessir." Tyler says, nodding.

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"Come with us to the police station," says the younger officer. "You can stay there for the night, and tomorrow we'll see if we can get in touch with your parents, all right?"

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"Thank you, Mister." Tyler says quietly moving along with him. He doesn't have high expectations for them to find his parents.

... Come to think of it. They haven't even been born yet.
The only person he could possibly 'know' in could be not born yet..Or just a little girl still.

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"Call me 'Constable Parker'."