He has been making excuses to go out and look for a job these days, wandering around. This world gives him a strange sense of novelty.,His blood was simmering, his heart pounding with newfound strength. Deep within him, a yearning burned; he believed with every fiber of his being that his journey through time held purpose.,He stood there staring at a laundromat across the street for most of the morning, and scribbling in a notebook. He was making his first dollar.。