"Not for me." Jacob says, remembering when he would react that way to people saying they were from the 21st century. Or the 18th. "When I left home it was 1868, and that wasn't all that long ago. There are people here from a lot of different times."

Hopefully the alcohol will help make that easier to swallow. Its not an easy concept even so. Maybe there is some way of easing him into it. And then he realises that Charles is from sometime around then, the early 1900s. He doesn't recall when exactly, but perhaps knowing he isn't alone will help this man.

"There's someone else here from about then, from your side of the Atlantic. You adjust. People are very good at dealing with changing circumstances. He does just fine, even with all the technology."