Ah, the old familiar feeling when he doesn't know whether to laugh at Sebastian's remarks or roll his eyes. It's wonderful to feel it again.

It's also a nice distraction from hashing out the disturbing implications of his and Sebastian's differing perspectives of time. But everything else here is so impossible, who's to say that time isn't among the things Pheme's magic can screw with?

"What's the last thing you remember?" he asks carefully. "We were approaching that playground. That boy was there with Kidman. Then everything went... weird again and I-" He places a hand over his chest, the spot where a bullet did and didn't punch through his body.

"Then I woke up in the wisteria grove. That was two months ago now."