"A while," Raylan echoed, face unchanging as he adjusted that information in hand with the question given. His eyes narrowed a fraction more.

"2014. Are you suggestin' that you're some kinda..." His finger gestured in a circle uselessly. Yeah, no way he could bring himself, as a rational man, to suggest that Henry was.. Rip Van Wrinkle was the best and only thing his mind supplied and he defaulted back to something he knew was gonna be wrong.

"What year was it for you before you came here?" Maybe that would be an easier way to come at it.