Do dates matter any more? Should it be varied depending on whose culture I have sutmbled upon?

It appears I have fallen through worlds again. A mis-step resulted in a tumble off a ledge, and where before as I fallen through the Thames and where I found a city in the future and my new associate Miss Hornet Hornet -- a most curious woman! -- had been with Red (Mr. Red? Does a sapient steed beetle warrant the same consideration?), this time I find myself in a world very much like the past. No sign of industrialization, though I do not recognize the flora; their forms, colors and scents are not quite exotic, but they are unfamiliar. Mr. Green would enjoy this place, I should think, though Jacob would find himself at a loss for trouble to embroil himself in. It is rather peaceful.

Although I'm loathe to put off my search for the Shroud and our troubles at home, I cannot help but wonder if there are those out there who share our cause, if not our Brotherhood. If there are worlds both future and past attached to the boughs and branches, might I find forms of our own? Stumble back in time and ask the old mentors their wisdom or travel to the future, and see where our paths lead? Will London be freed from our enemies?

So many questions, but unlike Mr. Green I do not have the luxury of sitting and waiting for others. Exploration warrants a pause in the work, if only to find a new method. I will trace my way back and conveine with Miss Hornet later, and must remember to bring a treat for (Mr.) Red. They have both been most agreeable.