"Similar enough to this place," he says. "With the exception of the clothing and the architecture." But beyond that, he isn't entirely sure what he thinks or feels, not yet. He hasn't had time to digest what he'd seen, what he'd felt when standing on the beach. It's impossible to speculate about what life would have been like for the John Reese who lived there, if he had been especially sad, if maybe he'd felt as safe on the streets of Darrow as he had on the streets of New York.

It's not worth imagining. Not worth spending too much time dwelling on it.

"I expect Harold would like it over there," he says with a small smile. "He already dresses like he belongs there. Too bad I can't convince him to cross over or maybe it's too bad that world doesn't have a Harold of their own."