He started confused, but after those last words, Jim looked like a kicked puppy. The positive was that he didn't look like Clark had kicked him. "Los Angeles? ...When? What about Ebbets Field?"

He couldn't, he reminded himself, have expected things to be the same forever. He remembered things from different decades, though the year had never mattered before - and seven decades meant seventy years of change. His memories, no matter what they were of, likely wouldn't be accurate.

But after that good memory, he had... hoped.