"Huh," is all he says, calmly, even though his mind is spinning. 2019 isn't right. The world didn't end until 2077. The Resource Wars before that didn't start until mid-century. He's read history books, or the tattered remains of them. He knows enough to know that California in 2019 shouldn't be a hellish dystopia.

So either the mysterious D was wrong or else his and the girl's universes are more different than he'd originally thought. He says none of that, though. He'd rather keep up the fantasy that they could be from the same world.

"Wow. I guess that means you're, like, way older than me."