Maybe it makes relative sense to him, but - but you don't just go from 2014 to 1958. That's not what it does.

The guy practically slams the bottle into the ground, and Tim jumps, hands leaping upward to shield his face from any glass that might come pinwheeling his way. Based on the non-reaction of everyone else, this apparently isn't out of the ordinary.

"Jesus," he hisses. "I don't want to stay here. I want to go back."

Then he shuts his mouth, because who knows if there's even a 'back' to go to if it's 1958.