"Do I."

"On and off," she repeats. "It's not just the accent, though."

"I wasn't getting the impression that it was just the accent," he says. "What else is it, specifically?"

"Phrasing, sort of - attitude."

"How curious..."

"Yeah. You don't look anything like him, though, he's yea high, brown eyes, not the same face."

"I don't seem to be a clone of the same person," he says, "so that's reasonable."

"Suppose. So you sound like my boyfriend and I look like your sister-in-law and this doesn't look like my math classroom, that's several mysteries."

"And I guess I'm the local expert on mysteries. Explanations, then, for why we are both here instead of the places and times we intended."

"Where are you getting 'times'?"

"You did not buy those clothes in the thirtieth century."

"Oh, there's a whole industry. I'm comparatively lucky. Some of us are grown to receive brain transplants from the old, rich, and unscrupulous."

"Thaaaaaat makes my staking hand itch."

"Staking?"

"Staking. It's the weapon of choice for close combat with vampires. ...Which have managed to stay quiet about existing for a long damn time but I'd be very surprised if they were still pulling it off in the thirtieth century."

"I would expect to know about it if there were vampires."

"Maybe they're extinct, that'd be mostly good."

"Only mostly?"

"Sherlock's a vampire."

"How'd I guess."

"Because I look like the sort of person who mixes business and pleasure?"

"Maaaaaaybe."

"He's a well-behaved vampire these days, quit eating people when I met him."