About an hour had passed and Oliver still didn't have the slightest of idea why he was here, but he didn't mind it all too much, he was quite fond of this time. Of course he'd want to go back, but for now, he wanted to enjoy the time here.
Who knows when he'd go back or possibly have to use the train again. Would the train even take him back to the 21st century? Who knows. For now, he figured it'd be best if he blend into the crowd.
Up to store to find clothing, or perhaps a tailor? He wasn't the richest man alive, but he couldn't complain, he grew up in a stable home and had a stable job, though he wasn't so sure where he'd be able to access his money other than the money he already had with him in his backpack.
Oliver figured it'd be best if he stayed out of everyone's vision for the time being until he felt like he could walk around like yet another citizen of London in the 1900s.
