Her shoulders just shrugged, and she held out the paper for Watson to see. "It says here that it's January, of that year." Then she gazed over at Holmes, wondering just who he was talking to. Oh well. At least he had a mystery to figure out and that meant not sitting around, brooding.
"They might be telling us we were crazy, if they weren't crazy too. So I suppose, yes the world has gone crazy. You don't actually believe we're in the future and in some other world do you?" she was entirely curious as to what Holmes thought. "It's not entirely rational thinking."