The Journey

I don't think Ben realized until after I'd pressed the button that I'd set the coordinates, not him. I guess he thought it was for some special place, but it wasn't. It was 2020 in the middle of New York City.

"Why here?" Ben asked.

"Because it's busy." I shrugged, but we were both too busy ourselves, running. We ran as far as we could, about five miles, and then ran into an abandoned office building. Once we got to the top floor we collapsed.
Ben breathed deeply, "This should give us time to think." which is exactly what I think he needs right now.