"Two days ago." And he'd spent the time since proving to Brant that he was very very much alive.
Leaning back wasn't going to be an acceptable reaction, but he didn't push, just waited patiently. "Look, I don't know if you're my timeline, or any of the other guys here who are some version of me, but we've got at least two proofs that you come through it okay."
No promises on the offspring, but without know which divergence of reality Jack came from, he couldn't even guess the species. 1905 had been a hell of a year. Stonehenge at midsummer had probably been a mistake, and midwinter, but he couldn't regret midwinter.
Even if it had been damn cold, there were plenty of ways to keep warm.