Well, that explains a lot. "From what you're saying, sounds like I was taken about three weeks later. Which—dear God, this makes no sense, I don't even know how the timeline isn't collapsing on itself since you've been around since then, I'm nearly certain—" Has she? Jones has been terribly busy to the point where it's hard to remember who she has and hasn't talked to recently.

She thinks a little. Time isn't her frield of expertise. So hopefully space-time will forgive her for giving the past a little... advice. (Nimue might not—but Nimue doesn't have to know.) "But, uh, just so you know, in about a week the Baron will take over the newspaper openly to gloat about his impending victory and the Prince will go berserk and set the coal tunnels on fire. So if you end up back where you came from, er... try to remember that, maybe."

Jones sighs. "In any case, I resigned as Seneschal. Told Mrs. Simpson she could have it if she wanted it, actually."