"2000..." John echoed, "it can't be. It was 1976 this afternoon!"
His arrival in this place, and subsequently meeting a girl from the other end of the eastern seaboard, hadn't thrown him nearly as much as the change in decade was. Rory's calm acceptance of the fact that one, most likely both, of them had traveled through time upon arrival in this house, just served to confuse him more.
"How is this even possible?" he asked in wonder. "It really is a gap in the space-time continuum. I was just kidding before, but..." he trailed off, trying to imagine what life would be like almost a quarter of a century in the future.
"I'd be old in 2000," John realized, making a face. "I don't want to get that old."