"2020." Jacob repeated to himself, not needing to actually do the math to realize just how dead he probably was, if she was telling the truth and it was actually possible to slip from one's own time and into the future. Perhaps he should have shown a little more sympathy for Edward back when he not so subtly let him know that he was far removed from his own time. But this was different, this impacted Jacob.
He briefly rubbed a hand over his mouth, staring off for a minute or two as he organized his thoughts, half-listening to the rest of their conversation. He reached under one of the sleeves of his coat to tug on the hair on his arm. It hurt and confirmed for him that he wasn't dreaming, still drunk or experiencing some sort of gas-induced hallucination. It wasn't exactly a comfort but at least he knew now.
He took a fortifying breath and put on another smile, giving them back his full attention. "If she's about to say something that confirms Kant was wrong about the nature of space, I'm going to have to go find all of my tutors and punch them very hard on the nose."