"July twel-...no, the thirteenth. July thirteenth," she replied, shifting uncomfortably. She was expecting a bad reaction, but less that he would be concerned with the day than with the year.
"Why does that matter?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. She had noticed him glancing skyward. Oh Jesus - did he know something she didn't?
"Wait. We're not getting bombed by Cuba tonight or something, are we? You have to tell me if we are!" she said, her voice betraying her sudden fear. Christ, she hated dealing with this people from the future stuff.