It had been comforting to be between Anne's breasts again, but as evening had approached Eric had known it was the best window to use to have the pair of them leave for the future. With a selection of buttons he activated the time machine and held Anne close to him before they reappeared in the present... his present, anyway.

The time machine stated that Eric had only been gone about fifteen minutes in his time, which suited him fine, and it was great he'd been able to operate from his own apartment in New York. His bedroom was the typical single male of the twenty first century - untidy with clothes about here and there, his wardrobe showing a selection of clothing and a spare version of the Ant Man suit Pym had loaned him.

He glanced down to Anne, still in his arms and smiled. "Yep, this certainly looks like my place. And I think we should stay here for now, get suited to here before you see any of the city. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you, ok?"