Keziah had gone as white as a sheet as he said that he was from the [i]future[/i]. That wasn't…that wasn't possible. She didn't know what the future would be like but she knew it was possible. God just didn't work like that and there was no other explanation. She just stared for a long time before looking at the crackling fire. The longer she thought about it, the more it became clear that she had been right about the fact that something was [i]off[/i] about William. She just didn't expect it to be 215 years off. 

"But you're here now." She said weakly. Perhaps she was insane and this was all some sort of weird dream that her mind had cooked up. Perhaps she'd drank a little too much. But everything felt so real, she could reach out and touch him if she wanted to, and he certainly felt real when she had been stitching him up. "You can't be from then…and be here now." Keziah was just trying to make sense of all of this and frankly she was beginning to panic. 
She had panicked like this when her husband Charlie had died. It felt hard to breathe and she just wanted to rush outside but the soldiers out there would have made her panic even more.

Once the panic passed and she took a few deep breaths, Keziah looked at him warily. "Tell me then. What is it like?" She wanted to know. If it was really true and he wasn't crazy or she wasn't crazy then surely he could tell her something, anything.