Victory was a strange place. First off, there was the weather. Somehow it was always raining, yet the sun liked to sneak in appearances without burning the clouds away. Most temperamental climate he'd ever encountered. And then there were all the non-sequiturs people lobbed at him about kids and french toast and bulldogs. Middle of Washington was a fucking illogical place for Captain to drop him off, but then, what was new about that?

Issac held in a sigh as he waited in line for a coffee at a local cafe. He glanced around. No dinosaurs, no dream-eating spiders, no skeletons hanging out by the refrigerator. Everything was relatively normal. All he had to deal with was the asshole in front of him who couldn't seem to place his order.

"Hey, man, some of us haven't had coffee in a very, very long time. So if you wouldn't mind getting out of the way?" He did his best to hold a smile, but the twitch in his cheek told Issac it was slipping.