Jack isn’t a very suspicious person by nature and usually tends to give people the benefit of the doubt, but there’s something about this interaction that seems a bit off to him. Doesn’t everyone know what year it is? Maybe this guy doesn’t have a calendar. Or a phone. Either way, it’s starting to raise some questions. “2018,” he says slowly. “…Are you alright, sir?”

_{2018. So, he wasn’t gone that long – maybe a few months to most of the year. Time was different in Hell. It moved faster and sometimes you could age centuries in a short amount of time. Truth be told, Ky had spend more time alive down there than up above, and he still had trouble getting the years straight in his head. “Not really,” he said, rubbing at his eyes for a few moments. “Fought my way out – i feel like crap.”}