They had been driving through the night. Desmond had been too full of adrenaline to sleep, and had stayed awake through the night. They were now deep in France, and it was around noon. Although Desmond was getting his first tour of Europe, the further into the country they had gone, the more Desmond got a sense of De Ja Vu. He had a strong suspicion one of his ancestors lived here.
The vehicle halted and parked.
"Alright," said Shaun. "This is our destination. I'm sure you're all eager to stretch your legs."
He certainly was. Desmond was on the side of the side walk. He opened the door, swiveled, lept from the van, when suddenly the feeling of De Ja Vu became overwhelming.
For flash, all the pedestrians became something else: Old-fashion. Frillier. Fancier. Women in poofy dresses and-
"Are you okay?" Lucy said.
The modern world came back.
"Yeah I just...yeah."
"It should be just a little further down this street, past that barber shop," Shaun said.
They began walking through the bustling modern streets, past pedestrians in modern garb: polo-shirts, polar fleeses, plad. But Desmond felt uneasy. He could feel the old world calling to him.
An obelisk like structure in the distance caught his eye, and then the old world washed over him again, this time engulfing him completely.