No wonder he looked so good for a dead man, he hadn't technically died yet. He had, what was it? Fourteen years left. What he wouldn't have given to have Evie there, she was better at all this nonsense. And it wasn't like he could send her a letter when he managed to get back, she'd think he'd lost his mind. Not that his twin thinking he was mad was anything new
"I think I must be, yes." He answered, reaching into the last of his hidden pockets. Jacob agreed, it sounded utterly insane to even consider. Of course, it was just as insane to reach into a pocket he knew was empty only to pull out a box just like Edward's. "And not to continue to prove my daftness but it was the beginning of 1874, but this," he nodded toward the box in his hand then motioned around him as he began to follow after Edward, "I'd be willing to bet that this is another year entirely."
No question about it, he was absolutely going mad.