[The two-thousands. People from completely different centuries. The fourteen-hundreds? Evelyn nods understandingly, and then thanks her lucky stars that they've walked into some kind of parlor, because she doesn't so much as sit as fall on the nearest chair.]

...of course. Of course this has to happen to me, of all people, the one who doesn't...who doesn't even believe in this sort of thing.

[Mark is from 1969. He probably hasn't even been conceived yet.]