1869? 1867? I don't know, I lost track. I didn't exactly keep a calendar on me.

[The dead man hadn't even had one in his home, though Vasquez had used the rate of decomposition to figure that one out as to how long he'd been there. Shame he couldn't have buried the body without drawing attention to himself]

Some people, they tell me that it's much further here? The telephones, the cars, even the jobs, they're all new and different. I'm still getting used to it.