A bit later.
Tina carefully landed the Blackbird in the only space she could find to do so, which was a field a short walk from the location Cerebro had hit on. It had been a very smooth flight so hopefully Joey hadn't barfed. Much.
Stretching her legs a bit Tina walked a few steps ahead of the team as they entered the small town, arriving on the city square.
"Holy town left behind...is it just me or is this place right out of Norman Rockwell?" She glanced at a pickup truck that was new...in 1945. It was running with no one around.
"And, um, where is everyone?"
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