The hidden room stopped me more than the futuristic technology did. A whole piece of 1960s San Francisco preserved beneath a ruined city felt both comforting and deeply sad. Teresa’s final revelation—that Dee-Dee left to search for their parents—gave all that careful security a loneliness I wasn’t expecting.
That's it! Yes! And I remember waking up one day in a communal house to find a large box of cold french fries left over from the night before. Absolutely delicious!!! lol
Loving this time travel adventure. Thanks for sharing Russell!
The hidden room stopped me more than the futuristic technology did. A whole piece of 1960s San Francisco preserved beneath a ruined city felt both comforting and deeply sad. Teresa’s final revelation—that Dee-Dee left to search for their parents—gave all that careful security a loneliness I wasn’t expecting.
Antonio, Glad you liked this chapter, and it came through as I intended.
I'm enjoying this story, Russell.
What I recall of the 70s was the ever-present aroma of patchouli oil and weed with undertones of pizza and chamomile tea.
Layers of weed smoke hanging in the air, and at least one slice of day-old pizza left in the delivery box.
That's it! Yes! And I remember waking up one day in a communal house to find a large box of cold french fries left over from the night before. Absolutely delicious!!! lol