Errol looked out at the city and sighed. London certainly was a different city compared to his grandfather’s day. They had built upwards, and the traffic had followed the construction into the grey skies.
He remembered photographs of the city as it had been during the turbulent 2020s and savored the queer feeling of having nostalgia for a time before his birth.
He looked down to the surface. The people far below were barely visible through the fog.
So much had changed, but the queue to pay respects to Queen Elizabeth II was still going. That was something, at least.

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