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*Meg's only been to New York once before, and that time she entered through Midtown.
The section of town that holds the empty warehouse where Angel makes his headquarters is a little different - a little shabbier, less neon, less crowded, less noisy. Most of the street corners have a resident, and the shops are smaller and more eclectic.
It's the future, still, and there are cars and traffic lights and all manner of things that set it apart from 1884. But it looks a little more like the cities that Meg's used to, nonetheless; and as she walks through, her face breaks into a small, half-wistful smile.*
The section of town that holds the empty warehouse where Angel makes his headquarters is a little different - a little shabbier, less neon, less crowded, less noisy. Most of the street corners have a resident, and the shops are smaller and more eclectic.
It's the future, still, and there are cars and traffic lights and all manner of things that set it apart from 1884. But it looks a little more like the cities that Meg's used to, nonetheless; and as she walks through, her face breaks into a small, half-wistful smile.*