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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"I dunno about this, Sully..."

"Relax, Jake, it'll be easy. We step in, wave our gats around a little, an' make off with all the money in the till. Piece o' cake."

"Says you. If th' cops don't get us, the--"

"There ain't a cop around for blocks, Jake. An' the costumed creeps are over on the east side checkin' on some supervillain caper. By the time anyone knows this place got robbed, we'll be long gone. Now are you in or are you too chicken?"

"...alright. But don't say I didn't warn ya."