[ah, this isn't a bad turn of conversation at all. he likes hearing about snippets of Tek's past. it helps him fill in any of his mysterious present.]

Maybe it happens everywhere, then.

[that makes him smile a little, knowing that his experience isn't singular.]

The people still look the way I remember them, though. Quaint and oblivious. [he shades his eyes a little, daring to glance back up at the clouds that are gathering on the horizon.] Maybe the sun makes them soft.