Sorry, Lucius. He hadn't meant to make you a target.

"I'm from 1892, myself," Watson says with a wry smile. "Which puts me ahead of you, but still woefully behind many of the people here. If it helps, there is a fellow from a few hundred years before you, but most things around here seem to be early 21st century."

His expression turns sympathetic, though. "It's all rather a lot to take in, I admit. I have been here... well, some months. Long enough to get accustomed to electric lights and medicines I could scarcely dream of."