Elizabeth's head was spinning at an alarming rate. Common sense would suggest she was in the presence of a desperately ill man who needed immediate medical attention before he did something crazy--but for some reason, Elizabeth felt he was telling the truth. Whether this made her just as crazy or not, she had to believe that something unearthly was going on here, right under her nose. She'd never been one to toy with ideas of anything supernatural. She was logical. Men and women married, grass was green, time progressed chronologically. All things that never changed. Or did they?
"I think I may need to sit down, Mr. Kirk," Elizabeth touched her forehead. "I'm experiencing a bit of a rationality crisis."
Sitting on a bench that was conveniently located not far from their previous location in the street, Elizabeth was overloading with questions for Kirk. He was smart, no doubt about that, but if he was really from a time more than four centuries ahead of her own...she required an explanation.
"This cannot actually be occurring," Elizabeth said. "But if it is, then I have no choice but to join in your conjectures. Forgive me, but I will be greatly bemused if we can present a single similarity between us. Tell me, if you are from where you say you are, what of London? Is there war?"
The reality of the situation was beginning to battle with Elizabeth's emotions. She became saddened at the thought of her parents and her sisters. She thought of Jane's face, and the possibility of Jane no longer existing. That she might never see her family again was a preposterous supposition she would fight to prove false.
"I suppose it is rational to acknowledge that your time and my own are vastly different, in more ways than one. It is revealed in the way you speak and your dress. Your manner of approaching me in the street was in itself shocking at first." Elizabeth looked at Kirk. She would have thought him handsome if she'd seem him walking in Meryton, perhaps. But now, in a strange, foreign way, she might have felt drawn to him, if only he had a more respectable attitude. This was something she'd have to learn to deal with if they were going to get anywhere.