"Yes. I agree wholeheartedly. However, the alternative is that you're lying to me or insane," L said levelly.
"I know that I was born in the late 20th century, and that the last date I saw on a calendar was in the early 21st. If you are indeed from the Victorian Era and these new fixtures are from the 1950s... then it would almost be logical to say that we have been 'removed' from our times, as you so succinctly put it..." he took a moment to open his journal, the gesture feeling oddly familiar. He brought out his pen, and comprehension lit up his pale features as he received a response almost immediately while writing.
"It would appear that I am correct. Or at least, that others have reached the same conclusion. Do you know a woman named Lexie Grey, or a man called Sherlock Holmes? It seems that they have also woken up somewhere in this place. Which... apparently... is called Vas Captio."