James nods. He could press for more, but he believes the stranger to be telling him the truth, that he doesn't know the year. James is sure he is no longer in the early first century AD and he's clearly not home, and so... well. There is little he can do about the situation.

"Unfortunately yes, quite recently. I don't suppose... that this is a known phenomenon here?"

He can only hope it is, and like in Rome there is a group of other souls brought here for a purpose. Of course, he might just as equally end up being taken to some sort of asylum, but he could not blame anyone for thinking he was mad. He knows he sounds like a lunatic.