Among the books and piles of newspapers, were maps, globes, hundreds of photo albums, and a precious alarm clock, which he showed to Barry, saying, "You have to wind it up. Isn't that the strangest. As though time needed us."
  In a pile of neatly folded laundry, Barry spied a pair of flowered Jams and a plaid pair of skids.
  "You're a traveler?" asked Barry. The old man looked away to his dresser and spun a gold coin there. "You know, Through time."
  "I don't know where I'm going," said Chronic. "Yes, now where was I?
  "Do you know," asked Barry, "I have been traveling for years?