Curiosity killed the Outlander

JEREMY I picked up a bar tab and drank myself stupid; I flirted with strangers just to feel attractive He didn't much care for being pitied, but beggars couldn't be choosers and he ignored the look in Phoebe's eyes as he moved in and sat down. Oh God, she really does think I'm some old fool. "Jeremy. Jeremy Georgian. I don't suppose the family name willa made it out here." Back in England, his name could get him a seat in a good restaurant most days; he was sure here it would mean nothing since everything was upside down. He'd never been one for tea before, but she was right. The warm cup sat pleasantly in his hands, sending much needed heat through his skin. "I didn't...mean to be here. Now, I gotta tell you. I don't know where the hell this Caido place is. I was just at my home, in Oxford, doing a bit of writing before bed. Then I'm here." Jeremy looked about the room then smiled at Phoebe, still trying his best to be on his good manners. "Not that this isn't a lovely place you've got. But I'd really like to get home to my wife. There a train or something to England here? I gotta find a good doctor when I get home to help explain how I forgot getting here."