Elizabeth thought about the past few months she'd spent before showing up here. Nothing in particular had struck her as odd about it. She'd spent it at home, mostly, aside from following her sister, Lydia, around at the request of her mother. The militia had come into town, but she didn't see any connection that could have with this.
"Before, well, I have not worked if that is what you are suggesting...I feel I should mention a thing Jim and I--whether it was indeed the same man you met, I have not a clue--however, he and I discovered something concerning ourselves quite unsettling. I don't wish to shock you, but perhaps I will not. I am from the year 1811. Jim claims to be from nearly four hundred years in my future...and I greatly suspect you are from a time all your own."