Ichabod: It can't be mere coincidence that he and I arrive in the place at exactly the same time.
Abbie: That isn't possible.
Ichabod: Oh, really? Oh, well, that's wonderful news. Thank you for the clarification. Here I thought I'd actually awoken in the future and that my wife had been dead for 250 years. I'm glad that everything I'm seeing and hearing and touching is impossible, because that means it isn't actually happening.
Abbie: I have orders to take you to a mental institution.
Ichabod: Excellent. This day continues to bear gifts. Will we be sharing a cell, Leftenant?