“Isoide! Isoide kōdō shinakereba narimasen, shōgun ga kuru no ni kare wa fumandesu”

Jon came to the quick conclusion that his translator wasn’t working, he looked down, and noticed he was wearing his childhood PJ’s that had yellow ducks scattered all over them. Something he knew Japanese nobles in the 1600’s would not be pleased to see someone wearing in public.

And… Come to think of it, this was probably the reason the man standing in front of him was yelling.

Jon shrugged, pointed at his hears and mouthed, “I don’t understand.”

The man grabbed him by the arm and hurried him into the next room which was much, much, smaller than the very, very, large room he was previously in.

The man raised his palms towards Jon gesturing at him to stay.

Jon concluded that the man want didn’t to deal with whatever social consequences he might face for being seen with, or allowing Jon to be seen in the ducky PJ’s, otherwise why would he be helping a complete stranger dressed in Ducky Pajamas?

Apparently their hiding hadn’t worked, the door to the very, very, small room slid open with vigor and force, exposing a quite angry and elegantly dressed man on the other side, telegraphing his anger with a withering glare.

Steam started to seep out of his nose, and fire started to spew from his eyes, his teeth started to grow into fangs.

Then…

Jon woke still on the 1980’s Amtrak that was taking him to his next job. He rubbed his eyes, and grabbed the glass resting on the bleeding napkin sat atop the bleak, grey table. As he the sip of scotch stung his tongue, a few droplets of condensation dripped onto the zipper of his pants.

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