Reversed
He has a reason to hate the society we're in now.
People are chanting different things now, running in circles, and hugging each other. The whole thing seems really warm and supportive. I know they mean well--but the government won't be so understanding. I don't want to witness what happens when shit hits the fan.
Shawn's holding my hand with his eyes clothes, swaying to the musical chanting. This time he doesn't yank away.
"Attention!", Mr. Grayson calls. "The travelers, these lucky three", he points to three men. "Are our saviors, who will be going back in time soon enough to change the world as we know it--again".
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