"What the bloody hell is that?"
"That would be a police call box."
"I'm not daft, Bols I know that. What's it doing in Fenchurch?"
Alex shrugs like she doesn't care, like she doesn't know what anything is doing in Fenchurch in 1982, but Gene just sits behind the wheel and stares at it. A man in a bowtie steps out, and a girl, and a curly haired bird twirling a water pistol and Gene thinks that's it; he's seen enough. "Oi!" He calls, getting out of the car.
Alex rolls her eyes, opening the passenger door, but stops and stares at them. She's seen that woman beforeā¦the dejavu gives her a headache.
