"Oh Jesus, don't give me a driver's license until I learn how to drive. I mean, a fake birth certificate is one thing, but a fake driver's license might make me to think I should actually be allowed on the road without knowing what I'm doing, and I really don't want to have come to the future just to run people over."

He can already tell he's going to be fascinated by a great deal about the future, but overwhelmed, too. The City had been one thing -- it had technically been the future, but because everyone had been from different places and time, it hadn't always felt that way. Here, though, he feels distinctly out of his time, and if it's noticeable in just the very brief time that he's been here... how much stranger is it going to get before he gets used to it?

The very thought makes him feel slightly nauseous, and he has to sit down on the couch.

"Can I have some water? Or some tea? Or something to stop the whole oh my god I'm in the future I'm going to die feeling?"