[The change in subject is welcome. It's still hard to think about, waking up decades in the future and getting used to a new world and new people. It had almost been easier thinking he was just dead. After all, death was an occupational hazard of being in the Army, of being on the front lines as much as Bucky was. He'd made plans for after the war like everyone else, but some part of him had maybe known that he wouldn't actually make it. He'd just never imagined this.]

You don't know the half of it. There's nothin' interesting going on unless it's some cataclysmic event. Toro and I have a bar in Earth Sector we like to go to on Saturday nights, but it still ain't much. Can't exactly go dancing or pick up girls like we used to on leave.