"Not really. If I've been counting right, and if it works the same, Jon and I have been here for about four months now?"

And those four months felt like forever considering what's been happening. Jon joined a cult, Martin kept trying to cut his arms off, and the Veiled Order seems to be much of a mystery as it ever was when he first arrived. He wishes he had better news.

Mentioning his own death dying just puts into perspective just how much he's missed.

"Christ, Tim." He doesn't know what to say. "It's not been the same without you. I miss you. We miss you..." Martin manages to correct himself. "A lot has happened since then."