"Two-thousand-and-five?" Anton repeated after the Pyro, the words feeling like sandpaper in his mouth. "...is that a year?"
How could he be in the future? That far in the future? His mind reeled. He answered the Scout almost automatically, the question having been asked of him many times during his captivity. "My mother is an Englishwoman- from Manchester. My father was educated in London, and they taught me to be bi-lingual from birth. Though American English is a bit strange in places certainly, and... now with the words you've been saying, I'm sure it's evolved into something rather colourful."
He wondered if everyone in the future (oh god, the future!) cursed so vividly and frequently. "How.. how does this happen, that people come into the future like this?"