"Did you not know that?" And yet, puzzlingly, Riku's confusion seems to rival his own. "It's been weeks since we last saw each other."

A small stretch of time, by normal standards, and one that would not normally raise his alarm, but this is an abnormal place. Anything could happen inside an hour, let alone a month.

Trying to decipher what plays over Riku's face--surprise? Regret? Display--while waiting through another moment of silence feels like a lifetime in and of itself. Waiting, waiting, waiting--he's been waiting for a sign of Riku all this time that he feels fit to burst with all the questions piling up behind his teeth, but Riku's hand on his shoulder forestalls him. Baffled, he looks at it like he's never seen the like of it before. Consolation for the cause without a reason only fans his mounting confusion.

"You're not making any sense," he insists. "What did you do? Where'd you go?"