"It's okay, I mean, it's your habit anyway."
"Sir!"
Harry: "Officer Kim, can I ask something? I know it can sound a little weird."
"Yes?"
"What year is it?"
"Huh? Year? Am I hearing it right?"
"Yes, Officer what year is it?"
Kim: "Doctor?"
Doctor: "If you ask me, he's suffering from temporary amnesia because of the medicines."
Harry: "Please, Officer tell me."
Kim: "Doctor does he need anything, any medicine?"
"No officer I don't think so, but as far as I'm concerned, you should give him some rest before, he recovers."
"Oh! Ok Doctor."
Harry: "Officer Kim! Please TELL ME"
Kim: "Ok, calm down, don't get angry, Sir. I'll tell you. It's 1888."
1888?! you are kidding, right? I mean, I thought way back in past but 110 years that is crazy. There is no way, I can do the things that I came here for. Wait, if that's the case, what did I do all those things for? what's the use of coming all the way here? I can't take this anymore. One thing is clear that I'm trapped here. I don't have the time machine. I don't even know, how I went back in time using some kind of a glass made container.
Kim: "Umm…Mr. Are you ok? Your face is pale yellow and you're not breathing right. Can you please tell me, what's going on?"
"Ah no, I'm a bit tired, I need a little rest."