So where you're from, somewhere on the other side of the country there's another me, five years younger.

Weird.

[He can't say it's not tempting to try to find a way to contact his younger self through Boone if they ever all get back home, but it'd probably take five years for a letter to make it across the continent anyway, assuming it didn't end up toilet paper for a raider along the way.]

Most people seem creeped by it, but, yeah, 2077 is a long way off for them.