Twenty minutes was more than enough time. All Casper needed was to bring his wallet and himself. He even had time for a quick look to check what the weather was like (thank God for Nexus internet!) and it seemed like good ol' San Fran was having a rather nice day.

Twenty minutes later he was waiting by the sign, watching people milling around and listening to them asking their questions. He didn't answer any, though. That he didn't have time for.