"Twilight Zone?" Another reference he doesn't understand. He takes the briefs and shoves them back into the drawer. "I've been here about a month. A little bit more." He slips into a terrycloth bathrobe and feels a bit more properly dressed for unexpected morning company.

"I was taken from 1954, so it's not been quite as big a shock to me as some of the others. There's one woman from 2046, can you imagine?"