The bearded man continued. "I've got some bricks at home I'm working on. You can make them a perfect fit for your hand."
  "Jesus," exclaimed Barry, louder than he expected.
  The crown hushed and the man in the center looked over at him. "Yes?"
  "Oh, nothing. Keep going. I'm - er, just traveling through."
  "I know."
  "Who is he?" asked the crowd. "Is he possessed?
  Often time travelers are mistaken for angels or demons or wizards, Barry seemed to remember from one of the many time travel stories he had seen. Was it the one about the space man who ended up in Camelot?