James takes a seat, leaning deep into the cushions of a high-backed chair. He steeples his fingers as he stares pensively into the fire.
"I have a hypothesis of sorts, and supporting evidence seems to be accumulating. Perhaps I'm jumping to conclusions, but what you have just told us, combined with certain inconsistencies a brief perusal of your library unearthed, leads me to posit the following: I believe all of us are not originally native to this world. We may all have been transported here, across dimensional or physical boundaries, to our current location. More concrete evidence is required, to be sure, but call it something of a hunch on my part."