Sorry for any typos I'm at a bar tagging from my IPod
There was a time in his life when when Magnus might not have believed the stranger but no more. He'd seen a lot in his lifetime. Universe shifting, reality warping. There had been far too much of that lately for Magnus' liking. There was enough to handle in his own world let alone in entire other universe. He regarded the young man silently for a moment, trying to decide how much to tell him.
"You are on the island of Genosha," he finally informed him. "And it is the year two thousand and thirteen." Already he was wondering what other universe this interloper had come from. The one in which he'd been pulled himself by an accident at the hands of his alternate-universe grandson.
There was something vaguely familiar about the stranger but Magneto couldn't place it. His memories of his grandson had already grown strangely faint and he found it hard to believe that with billions of people from god knew how many other versions of Earth he'd randomly meet someone connected to him. Twice.