Henry nodded, his arms resting on the book now and leaning over slightly. "I was on a bus on the way to Boston before I found myself here. And it was 2011. What year is it here?"

If Henry hadn't just spent the last year finding out fairy tales were real, he might not have believed this was true. He didn't want to believe that was true and it had created a large mess. So he was inclined the believe this instead of being the cynic.