Jacob would have thought it odd, if he hadn't met so many people from other eras. Connor from a hundred or so years before his own, Charles from forty years in the future. People from the dawn of the 21st century. Angel from so far ahead that Earth is a distant concept.

"Most people in these places," He gestures at the party, but he means Anchor, the City of Sin, all of those odd pockets that pull people together from all over, "Even if they're from the same world I am, they aren't from when I am. That make sense?"