_{[ There's a certain sheen to Kirk's eyes as well, though he'd insist they weren't tears. He'd grown accustomed to seeing faces that belonged to people he knew and yet didn't, to being the only one who remembered, to introducing himself all over again. It's just the way it was, and you had to roll with the punches or be endlessly disappointed. Finally not being alone with the memories - something felt a little lighter inside of him for it. ]}

Uh, several months now. I haven't really been counting. It's kind of like back in Luceti - the time gets away from you and then sneaks back up. And it's been hectic around here. Not a lot of time for making tick marks on the wall.

Did you just get here?