"Do you still remember me?"
Elaenor Wood was also taken aback and replied, "Just call me Wood."
Centuries passed, time swiftly flowed by.
In the long river of history, countless people streaked by like shooting stars.
And then, they turned to withered bones.
But now, when Elaenor Wood saw his old friend once again,
he felt differently.
Having slept for centuries, upon opening his eyes, the world had changed, and so had the people around him.
He felt as though he was in an entirely unfamiliar world.
Alone, lonely.
The horse riders had vanished.
People were traveling in steel machines.
Clothing had also become complicated and varied.
Fewer people were drinking tea.
They were drinking a steaming black liquid instead.
Many people seemed to belch with satisfaction after drinking it.
Zain Ellsworth said it was Coca-Cola, a foreign item.
But Elaenor Wood could not appreciate it.
With one sip, all he felt was his throat going numb.
