Angels? 2011? Twenty-eleven?! His steps faltered for a moment, and Steve put out an arm, supporting himself on the wall. "How... It was 1945. I... I had a date. The plane... the water was so cold..."
He shut his eyes, squeezed them shut, trying to make sense of this. Seventy years. Seventy years. Had he been trapped in that plane for so long? How was he still alive?