When she disappeared, Hemingway was naturally perplexed, looking around himself in shock before she reappeared again.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, really not one to not react to such crazy things.
And then he laughed, and gave her a nod of agreement. "Yeah, well, I am old," he told her. "At least, I'm out of my own time. It was quite fashionable where I'm from," he explained, moving toward her, examining the chess set.