Stuck In The New Century (Spock)

6. The Tale Of The Sun & The Moon (P-1)

Walking these streets is weird I know I've walked them before but its weird because these are not the streets I've ever walked.

"So what else has changed while I've been dead?" I questioned while trying not to stare at a woman with oddly white skin and weird black lines all over her walking past me.

"Not much but as you can see we've found out that aliens exist, we have space exploration missions and live in a Very different Earth to what your used to" Just as Fletcher said that I bumped into a man with a strange kind of bowl haircut and pointy ears.

"Ooh I'm sorry, all my fault really" I apologised while trying to avoid gazing at his ears but instead of acknowledging my apology he brushed himself off and walked away, I watched as he disappeared into the mob of people going about their daily lives.

"Are you all right?" Fletcher raced over to me and checked me over to make sure I wasn't damaged.

"yeah just... actually what the hell why did that guy just ignore my apology and walk away what a little prick" I muttered the last of my sentence just loud enough for Fletcher to hear while trying to see if I could still give the guy a good death glare to the back of the head.

"Don't let it get to you the guy was just a Vulcan with no manners. Now how about some nice food? hmmm?" Fletcher said as he started dragging me to a restaurant.

Purple.

The whole freaking restaurant was purple and not like 50 shades of purple no.

Just straight one shade of purple all over the restaurant.

It was terrifyingly big and smelled like cabbage why?

I have no fricken idea.

"Come on then" Fletcher just dragged me to a seat and planted us down.

"Hi I am Terra, what meal would you like today" Wow even in this century teens can still achieve the perfect 'I hate this job and my life' voice which almost made me feel at home.

"Sorry we haven't actually looked at the menus yet could you come back later" I said trying to be as polite as possible with pissing the kid off.

"Okay fine I'll be back in ten" The teen walked off to another table in a huff whilst Fletcher started handing me the menu which looked like a tablet.

It turns out all the food was Russian and kinda hard to pronounce so I ended up choosing the easiest dish I could.

A Shashlik.

Turns out it was pretty good.

But still Way too much purple.

Stil have no Idea why the restaurant smelt like cabbage.

"So what else has changed nowadays?" I questioned as we left the restaurant.

"Well...