Martha laughs. "I don't know, Jack's fashion sense from the 40s seems a bit better than ours. Though I prefer trousers to skirts."
She sips her drink a moment, giving her time to decide how much she tells this stranger. "Perhaps there's something important that happens at the beginning of the new millennium in more than one universe. I don't really know. The only ones who do I suppose are those who run the prison."