"No. We're in the Wizard's first year," he answers quickly, glancing out the window once more. "Maybe second."

He's not sure. The shards of the moon are still so close together though, and he remembers tracing their drifting progress over the first few decades of his undeath. He doesn't imagine that the exact date matters all that much now though. Hopefully that kid he was with is safe, he thinks, and he looks decidedly frustrated as he moves back towards the two of them.

"I'm not sure what's going on. It might still be a dream, but... I don't think so. We should make note of all the information we can."