"Oh," he said suddenly as if his thoughts had been cut off. "Oh, dear." He looked down at his hands, this wasn't his Eleanor at all, she hadn't been his assistant in years. Part of him thought he should ask if they'd kept in touch, but he wasn't sold on 'asking about the future' as it were.
"I'm 'from' 2009, so yes, I suppose so." His voice felt far away. He'd kept to himself until now and he wished he had continued. This was the worst sort of news - almost worse to him than having been misplaced here in the first place. His breath came more shallow now.