"Who knows."

He dropped his satchel at the entrance flap of the tent, sighing and straightening up, hands on his hips, back turned to the intruder. "Even if I had started adjusting a calendar to fit time here, it wouldn't have done me any good with all the messes that followed." He scowled out a the tree line ringing the lake nearby. "Months. Maybe a year. By this place's stars, I don't know where the year would translate back at home."