For him it was less Back to the Future and more Harry Potter. The city seemed to fold and unfold like the staircases at Hogwarts. An origami sculpture perfectly and intricately constructed as buildings shifted, their facades melting and moving. Characters and words flowed out like endless rain into a paper cup. Everything slithered wildly as the streets slipped away across the universe. He hummed. He thought about that slipping as he walked through the rain: a messaging drizzle he just barely noticed. And then he stopped, his eye caught by a fluttering piece of paper stapled to a tree.