"I've heard mention on the board of Alec Doyle and how he was supposedly dead, but who is Jane?" Did he mean "Jill?" Or was this another woman altogether? With all the talk of some woman the two men wanted (he'd have to thank his captors for giving him something else to feel uncomfortable about. Another love triangle), any information regarding just who it was could be a very important piece to solving a) the puzzle of what they were doing here and b) how they returned back to their own time.

He needed to be back in his own time. If this had just been a simple relocation, he had no doubts the Guild would find him and put this to rest if he couldn't escape on his own. But to be brought through the folds of time? He would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel dizzy and just how much he hated that. How could he have ever planned for something like this happening...?

...that question was another thing he didn't expect. Why was Bridget even asking that, aside from just being polite? He paused and glanced down at his now-bandaged right arm, his words losing a bit of their normally cold edge. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you?"