Quentin's eyes narrowed as he realized he didn't have it right, that Jules might be the one from the future, and what did that mean? He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"Okay," he said, raising one hand up, as if it would actually help him sort this out. "Okay- last thing I remember...we were about to use that Let's-Kill-Hitler time machine to take us to 1942, so we could sneak into Fillory after Jane. Is that...does any of that sound familiar to you?"

Fuck time shit, indeed.