Chapter 92: Back In Town
[New York]
[1933]
Years in world -> 5,930
'Thank god.' I thought as I stepped off the gangplank and onto the hard concrete.
"I hope you had a good trip, sir." A well-dressed sailor said in a heavy German accent.
He stood at the bottom of the gangplank biting fair wells to the passengers of the SS Bremen.
"I did, thank you." I said with a smile, as I readjusted the suitcase in my hand, before continuing through the doc to one of the many busy roads of New York.
Looking around, I was amazed at how much has changed in so little time.
Around the year 1900, I decided to take a trip.
First, I stopped off in Germany to deal with a certain someone.
I didn't kill them like most people in my old world might have.
Instead I made sure he would never walk again.
Maybe now he can actually become a good painter instead of an insane person.
I'll still have people watching over him just in case.
From there, I made my way to Australia, then through many of the islands over there like the Philippines.
From there, I made my way to Hawaii.
Which was a wonderful idea.
It had been way too long since I had taken some time to myself.
Some days, I would simply sit on a beautiful beach with a coconut in hand. Minus the umbrella.
I also got the chance to meet
Queen Liliuokalani, the queen of hawaii, which totally blew my mind.
Before I actually came to the islands, I never knew Hawaii used to be a monarchy.
But like time, it was time to move on.
I ended up taking a voyage all the way from Hawaii to California, where I got on the SS Bremen, which brought me to New york.
Raising my hand, I waved at a bright yellow checker cab, which was a hudson terraplane.
The cab quickly pulled off and onto the side of the road.
Giving the driver a quick nod of the head, I opened the back door and slid my suitcase across the seat before sliding in.
"Where to mister?" the driver asked.
"Fifth avenue, please."
"Sure thing." the man said.
"Where are you from?" I asked the man in Italian as I looked him over, using the rearview mirror to do so.
Turning his head, the man glanced at me over his shoulder for a moment, giving me a wide smile.
"I'm from Sicily. What about you?" he asked as we stopped at an intersection.
"I used to live in Rome for some time." I said, not telling the man it was nearly two millennia ago.
"Lived? You're not Italian?" he asked.
I shook my head as he looked into the rearview mirror.
"No." I said with a small chuckle. "I just used to live there for a number of years."
The man nodded his head a few times.
"You must be good with languages because if you didn't say anything, I would have thought you were an Italian."
The rest of the ride was filled with small talk about Itali and how nowhere else on earth could make a better wine than them.
He even mentioned how it was still adjusting to being in america.
When we pulled in front of the building I had instructed him to park in front of, I took out a large bundle of bills from my suit pocket and removed four one hundred dollar bills.
"Here." I said, leaning forward.
The man stared at the bills for a solid minute before he looked at me.
"Sir?" he asked, confused.
"Take it. It's for you. I know it's not easy starting a new life in a new country." I said, shaking my hand with the bills.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
I nodded my head. "Take the money, would ya." I said with a chuckle.
Slowly raising his hand, he took the bills.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" I asked him, as I grabbed my suitcase, while giving his shoulder a pat.
"Have a good day, Mister Angelo." I said quickly as I grabbed my suitcase and slid out onto the sidewalk.
"Sir!" The taxi driver's voice stopped me.
Turning, I watched as he continued to crank his window down.
"I won't forget this!" He shouted over the loud street noise.
Raising my hand, I tapped the edge of my cap as I bowed my head.
"Then maybe one day I might need your help, Tommy." I said, giving the man a smile as his mouth opened in surprise.
He had never told me his first name, but I figured it out.
Turning back, I entered the building through ornate revolving doors.
Stepping in, I looked at the opulent lobby, filled with finery.
From the polished marble floors to the wooden walls and golden inlays on the ceiling.
Walking to the reception, I waited in line for a spot to open.
"Good evening sir, how may I help you today." A young brunette asked, as she gave me a wide smile.
Not seeming to be affected by her charm, I spoke.
"Yes, I'm here to meet a Mr Carlisle Cullen. Could you tell me which room he is in?" I asked her, setting my case on the ground by my feet.
"I
"I'm sorry, sir, but it's against policy to give away our residents' apartment numbers. But I can give him a call, if he says it's okay I would be more than happy to give it to you."
I nodded my head as she picked up a rotary phone and started spinning the dial.
"Good afternoon, Mister Cullen. Sorry for disturbing you, but I have a gentleman here who is here to see you."
"Really, and what is the name of this man?" I heard Carlisle ask through the phone.
Dropping the phone to her shoulder, the girl gave me a small smile as she asked.
"And what is your name, sir?"
I smiled back.
"Adam…Adam gray."
Bringing the phone back up, she told him the name.
The phone went silent for a moment before Carlisle gave her the affirmative to send me up.
"He is in the apartment's sweat suit on the 43rd floor." the girl said as she gestured to the elevators on the side of the large reception area.
'Thank you for your time." I said with a small smile, as I grabbed my suitcase and made my way there.
Reaching the top floor, I walked down the hall that only had one door in it.
As I walked down the hall, the door swung open, and a smiling Carlisle stood there beaming at me.
"It's been too long, Adam." He said as I made it to the door, and we embraced in a tight hug.
"That it has." I said, patting his back a few times before we separated.
"How have you been, kid?" I asked.
"I've never been better." Carlisle said with a wide smile.
"I can see that." I said with a laugh. "Just look at that smile." I said, as we both began to laugh.
"Please come in." Carlisle said as he stepped to the side to let me in. "There is someone I want you to meet."
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