"They say this is the future," Horst tells him blandly, walking them out of the pub and toward the nearest tram line. "I've been here some two weeks. Right from when..." He trails off, looking over to see if Johannes is keeping up, showing him how to pay his way onto the tram with his bracelet when they arrive. He looks over again as they step off the stairs and onto the platform.

"Tell me something. My purple coat, the one that goes with this suit. Tell me honestly. This is important. I left it in the field that day. What did you do with it?"

Horst knows exactly where that purple coat is right now, of course. It's draped over the back of a recliner in his living room, waiting to be hung up. But its existence in Johannes's world, the one he claims he stayed in a year longer (A year? How did he survive a year? Is he alright?), is what you'd call a clue. And he has to fill up the conversation on the train with talk of something.