Just sitting and waiting for something to happen didn't seem so hard when Marcus and Tyson first settled down. After all, it was far better than running around until their legs burned with exhaustion.

However, it soon became evident that sitting in an unfamiliar time and place, waiting for something to happen, wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Every time someone got a bit too close to them, Tyson felt an ember of fear being brought back to life until it turned into a roaring fire threatening to consume him.

Most of the time, people were just passing by or simply looking for an available bench to settle down on. Yet, Tyson wasn't comforted by that.

There were far too many people milling around and far too many possibilities of something going wrong.

"We need to do something," Marcus said an hour later as if he was reading Tyson's mind.

"I know, but I am not sure what we're supposed to do. The portal never took so long to open. I'm afraid if it hasn't opened so far, it might take even longer to open than we anticipated," Tyson said.

"How long?" Marcus asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Sybil said that sometimes it can take days for some portals to reappear," Tyson said cautiously.

"How does that even work? And why do they seem to appear where we are and not in some fixed place or something?" Marcus asked.

"I'm not sure. I believe Sybil mentioned something about the portals becoming connected with us, not with any particular place," Tyson said.

"So, we can go wherever we want to and still be able to catch the portal?" Marcus asked, his brows furrowing in an attempt to understand what Tyson was saying.

"As far as I understand, yes," Tyson said, hoping he was correct and that he didn't misinterpret something that Sybil had told him.

Furthermore, he hoped that his instincts about her were right and that she didn't lead him the wrong way with the information she gave him. Considering that those were the only pieces of information they did have, Tyson didn't know what else to do but trust what he has been told.

"So, what would we do if we're in a foreign country?" Marcus asked after thinking for a while.

"What do you mean? We're in a foreign country, foreign time even," Tyson said, too tired to understand his friend's reasoning.

"Well, yes, but if we eliminate this whole time travel thing, this would be like a trip abroad. So, what do we need to do first when we go abroad?" Marcus asked.

Tyson looked at his friend as if he had seen him for the first time. It was as if the carefree idiot he loved as a brother turned into a genius in a blink of an eye.

On the other hand, the fact that Marcus wasn't as shaken by what they have been through might have been what allowed him to think so clearly. Tyson, on the other hand, was so focused on the future, on their survival that he couldn't see what was right in front of him.

"Marcus, you are a genius! Yes, all we need right now is a place to stay," Tyson said.

"And something to eat," Marcus added.

He seemed to be in a constant state of hunger, so his focus on food didn't often waver.

"But how are we supposed to get any of that when we don't have any money?" Tyson asked.

"I might have some leftover money from last night or whenever it was that we were back home," Marcus said, ruffling through his pockets.

Tyson was sad to let go of the image of his friend as an intelligent guy who could help him navigate the tunnels and wondered what he should point out first. That they are not even wearing their own clothing or that the money was probably lost in the lake when they fell in.

"That's odd," Marcus said moments later.

Tyson was about to tell him that it was normal and that his newly acquired clothes pockets were empty. However, that was when he noticed that Marcus was holding something looking at it in wonder.

"I don't remember getting this whatever this is," Marcus said, waving the rectangle paper in front of Tyson's eyes.

It only took seconds for Tyson to notice the numbers written on the paper. The numbers combined with the image of a young woman on the front gave Tyson an idea of what it could be. Seeing the words, 'Hundert kronen', as well as the official appearance of the paper, made Tyson realize that he knew what his friend was holding.

Tyson had no idea how Marcus got it. However, he was pretty sure that he could identify the official-looking pieces of paper.

"Put that away! I don't think it's smart to go around waving money in any time or place," Tyson quickly whispered to his friend.

"Money?" Marcus asked, putting away the hundred-dollar krone.

"Yes, it appears that you have the money that was used at this time in Bosnia. How you got it is beyond me, unless..." Tyson said, rummaging through his own pockets.

Feeling the crisp paper of a brand-new bill, Tyson was both relieved and perplexed. He was relieved that he understood at least something about what was going on. However, he was confused because those revelations didn't explain as much as he needed to understand.

"It appears we are in luck. These clothes which fit the time perfectly seem to come with the added benefit of the matching money," Tyson said.

"Awesome!" Marcus said, already salivating at all the possible food he could eat.

"Maybe, but this all seems way too easy to me, very convenient. If Sybil is right and all this is just a game of survival, why would they make it easier for us?" Tyson said.

He could see that Marcus was trying to focus on the conversation at hand and be a good friend while it was clear that all he wanted to do was move and get some delicious food.

"Does that mean she lied to you?" Marcus still managed to ask, curiosity winning over his hunger for a second.

"I don't think so. I think that Sybil just believes she knows much more than she really does. The Mazers don't seem to have any actual source of information. It's all hearsay," Tyson said, contemplating all the possibilities.

"Whatever. Let's just go and get something to eat," Marcus finally expressed his true feelings.

"Fine, we should go, and we can think about everything once we get enough food for once and a good night's sleep in an actual bed," Tyson said.

With that said, they headed towards the shops they had seen while walking around Sarajevo. They could only hope that among those shops, there was a decent restaurant as well as a hotel or something along those lines where they could stay.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Marcus asked as none of the places they passed seemed to be good for them to stay in.

"Well, I guess we can go to the scene of the crime," Tyson said, resigned.

Whether he liked it or not, Grand Hotel Central was the only place in Sarajevo he actually knew about. Knowing it was also close to where the assassination happened wasn't making him feel good about staying there. Yet, it was better than walking around the streets of Sarajevo hungry and lost.

"What are you talking about?" Marcus asked, confused.

"It doesn't matter," Tyson said.

"Let's just ask that nice gentleman over there for the directions to the Grand Hotel Central and be on our way," Tyson added.

"Does that hotel have room service?" Marcus asked, already planning all the delicacies he would order.

"No, I don't think they had room service at this point in time. I am not even sure there is food there. I just know the place's name and that it's a hotel. We'll go from there," Tyson said, slowly moving towards a friendly-looking chap with a thin mustache and red fez.

"Tyson, what if that hotel doesn't have any food? I'll die of hunger!" Marcus started whining.

"Look, just keep quiet until I ask that guy how to get there, and I promise that we'll go to the first place with the food we see. Deal?" Tyson asked, praying that Marcus won't test him.

He was tired, hungry, and generally exhausted. The last thing he needed was Marcus messing up the possibility of a warm bed and a delicious meal.

"Fine," Marcus said, putting his hands in his pockets and generally acting like a pouting child.

Tyson took the opportunity to hurry towards the guy who could help them before Marcus did something to out them as strangers or, even worse, time travelers.

Luckily for Tyson, Marcus was too hungry to do anything but sulk while waiting for his friend to return with good news, and soon enough, they were off to find a place to stay. Furthermore, Tyson knew that he would have to feed Marcus as quickly as possible before Marcus changed into a Hulk-like monster.