"About six months before that," he said quietly. Right around the time that Connor had died. He'd been avoiding her to let her grieve in that way that cats always knew how to do.
"This place seems to pull people from different times. I have no idea why, nor have I been able to find anyone who does. There is no reason to it, no way to guess when a person will come from. It's one of the stranger things."
He seemed rather calm about it, though, as if strange things happened every day.