"I am going to die of hunger," Marcus whined as they followed the directions Tyson got.

"We are almost there. Once we book a room, we'll be able to ask someone there about the best place to get some food," Tyson promised.

Tyson wasn't sure how things worked in the past. However, he knew that people were generally willing to point out the beauties of their own towns. Thus, he didn't doubt that the staff in the hotel would be more than willing to point out the best place to eat.

Even if the current situation in the country wasn't so great, as far as Tyson remembered, he still believed that the people tried to live their lives as normally as possible. At least for one more week when they would have no choice but to change their lifestyles drastically.

It annoyed Tyson that he couldn't remember all the details he knew about this period and this specific country, but it was not his fault. His education had focused on the most important events. For that reason, some of the minor details weren't even discussed. The fact that he even remembered the name of the hotel was a miracle in itself.

"Are we there yet?" Marcus interrupted Tyson's train of thought, reminding him what he did worry about.

"Just a bit longer, and then I promise you will be able to eat as much as you want. Just hang on," Tyson said, unsure if they had enough money with them to keep that promise.

The biggest problem for him at that particular moment was the fact that Marcus was hungry. When that happened, his friend tended to be agitated and easy to lash out.

Now, if he blew at Tyson, it would be okay. However, Marcus often had no control over who would suffer his wrath. That was what worried Tyson. They couldn't afford to draw attention to themselves, and Marcus could be on the dramatic side when hungry.

Tyson clearly remembered that one time when Marcus snapped at a guy passing by just because he was looking at him. It later turned out that the guy wasn't even looking at Marcus but behind him, but that didn't stop the onslaught of insults that Marcus had hurled his way.

They had been extremely cautious since then to always have some snacks with them. Thus, his hangry phases weren't so common in recent years, but they were still vivid in Tyson's memory.

"Fine," Marcus said, shutting down to preserve energy.

To Tyson's relief, that was when they noticed the hotel. It wasn't so different from what Tyson expected, but it still managed to surprise him, only this time, it was with its familiarity.

"Okay, we are here. Why don't you wait here while I book us a room, and then we can go and get you some food?" Tyson asked.

Marcus just nodded his head, trying really hard not to fall off his rocker and cause more trouble for Tyson and himself.

As Tyson entered the hotel, he expected the process to take a long time since he was unfamiliar with the system they used. Yet, everything turned out easier than he expected. In mere minutes he had managed to procure them a room with twin beds and information about a place to eat.

When he came outside, Marcus seemed as if he was about to blow and Tyson hurriedly started guiding him away from the unsuspecting people.

"Where are we going?" Marcus snapped at his friend.

"At Moritz Schiller's delicatessen. The guy from the hotel claims that they have the best sandwiches ever made," Tyson said.

At his words, the spark seemed to ignite in Marcus's lifeless eyes, and he started hurrying forward though he wasn't aware of where the delicatessen was. Tyson had to start jogging ahead so that he could lead his friend in the right direction.

It was odd to see that though Marcus often behaved like a car without fuel when he was hungry, he would stop functioning. The mere mention of the possibility of getting food would give him a burst of energy that was difficult to follow.

As they turned into Appel Quay, Tyson was relieved to see their destination. He realized that, soon enough, he would have his friend back instead of the surprisingly fast zombie that substituted him for the last hour or so.

"Food!" Marcus said, resembling the said zombie more than ever.

The moment they stepped inside the shop; Tyson hurried to check the prices to see what they could afford. Luckily for him, everything seemed to be at quite a reasonable price. At least that was how it appeared to Tyson, who wasn't well versed in Bosnian money.

"Four sandwiches, please," Tyson ordered, already having gotten used to the fact that he said that in Bosnian but that his mind registered it in English.

Tyson did his best to avoid focusing on that since he didn't want another horrible headache. Instead, he focused all his attention on choosing what types of sandwiches they should have.

When he finally proceeded to where Marcus was sitting salivating, he carried two meat sandwiches and two sandwiches with some type of cheese that looked delicious to him.

"Here you go," Tyson said, giving two meat sandwiches to Marcus.

It was clear that the guy was hungrier than ever, and when that happened, only meat could do the trick.

Then Tyson proceeded to sit next to his friend, munching slowly on his sandwich while Marcus gobbled down his sandwiches like there was no tomorrow. Tyson wasn't even sure that Marcus was chewing while devouring the delicious food.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Marcus asked upon finishing his sandwiches in record time.

"No, suit yourself," Tyson said, handing Marcus the second sandwich while he still nibbled on his first one.

"Thanks, bro. You the man," Marcus mumbled around a mouthful of food.

When Marcus finished the last crumb of his second sandwich, Tyson started noticing that he finally seemed to be back to his regular cheerful self. Clueless as he was in general, lively Marcus was always better than the angry one.

"Better?" Tyson asked as he slowly finished eating.

"Much better," Marcus said, smiling brightly.

His smile seemed to say that all was well with the world, and it made Tyson question if his friend even cared that they were lost in time, steps away from one of the biggest wars the world had ever seen. But then again, Tyson didn't know that tiny detail, and being lost seemed to weigh less heavily on him when his stomach was full.

It was as if all the troubles seemed smaller when there was enough food in his belly, which was good news for Tyson. The last thing he needed was for Marcus to lose control.

"Was I really that bad?" Marcus asked.

Tyson nodded his head vigorously in response.

"Like those guys in Snickers commercials bad?" Marcus asked.

"Worse," Tyson said honestly.

"Ouch. Sorry, man. At least it won't happen again as we know where we can find food now," Marcus said.

"Yes," Tyson said, hoping his friend was right.

"What now?" Marcus asked.

"I'm tired. Why don't we go to our rooms and sleep? We haven't had any proper rest for what feels like ages," Tyson said.

"What about the portal?" Marcus asked, a wave of worry crushing into him.

"It has followed us all this time. I don't see any reason why it wouldn't still do the same instead of choosing any specific locations," Tyson said.

"Yeah, but..." Marcus started to say.

"Dude, if I don't get some proper rest, it won't even matter if the portal appears since I'll end up messing something up. After we wake up, we'll think about what we can do to ensure we get out of here as soon as possible. Deal?" Tyson asked.

"Deal," Marcus said as they walked back to their hotel.

Once they got to the hotel, they hurried to their rooms without paying much attention to their surroundings. All they were interested in were soft beds that they could crash on.

Upon locating them, they fell upon them with their clothes on, falling into a peaceful sleep instantly.