Jaime watched Will head to the phone, and for a moment thought that maybe the girl had gotten through ... until she wasn't ... exactly talking on the phone so much as ... to the phone?
Her brow furrowed before she shrugged it off. Maybe that was just how the girl handled stress - by talking to inanimate objects.
"I told you. No one knows. People are showing up here from random times and places, with no real reason or order to it. There's a guy from medieval times, and people from five hundred years into the future, all here.
"I'm from 2004, New York." Jaime shrugged. "No way back to that from 2010 West Virginia. What about you?"