So he's not as far off course as he'd thought. That's a relief. It's the only relief here, though... duplicates of people is one thing, but duplicates of cities?

"No." He can't look away from the amazing city. The towers! The lights! That Vash he'd met with the beautiful green arm... was this his July? He'll have to ask, next time they meet, if he can. "No, the July I..." Destroyed. "...remember is there, just past the lit up one. The ruins." So sometimes there's one July, and sometimes there's two, a gleaming city, and a hole.

And this July has people.

He has to go check it out. Finally turning away from the porthole, Vash offers the binoculars back, although his gaze keeps getting drawn back to the wonder outside.

"I'm feeling like a brisk thirty mile walk. Any interest in coming with me?"