"Yeah, I know it," he confirms. Brooklyn is one of those American cities he's familiar with by name only. For most of his life, he's either been outside the US in the mud of foreign countries or between Virginia and Maryland. Somehow, John has never found the time to actually see any other states.

Not that it really matters anymore. America is just another country to him, no longer his homeland. "But I haven't been back to the States since the 70s. I wouldn't know anything about it now." It's only been 12 years since then and, not yet used to the idea about people being from different universes and timelines, John just assumes it's 1984 for everyone else, too. It's easier that way. "Jack, by the way."