"I left Stardate fifty forty-five point seven. That's twenty-two...sixty-nine, in the old time." He takes his hand from hers, since they've stopped for the moment. He flips his pass over again in his hands, head dipping to read the text on the reverse side. It seems to be some sort of advertisement, which is confusing to him.

"I had sensor readings taken of the surrounding area after our shared dream. There didn't seem to be any unusual results, but my crew knows the circumstances of the scan. They'll know what to look for now." He doesn't know how long he's going to be stuck here, but he does know that his crew will do all they can to get him back where he belongs. From this side...he's not sure what he can do. He'd been an engineer, but he doesn't know what he can do with unfamiliar two hundred year old technology. Spock could put something together, but he doesn't have Spock's skill for technical improvisation.

He smiles a little to himself as he glances down to where the train should be appearing. The last time he was in a situation like this, Spock was grumbling about being forced into making a mnemonic memory circuit using 'stone knives and bearskins', but he managed to get them home all the same.