"Felt like it lasted forever, but it was eight or so earthquakes." Never mind where he woke up each morning, the whole ordeal had been. He pulled down a cup and dropped in a bit of the dried willowbark they kept around the house for Malcolm, the closest thing to tea. Didn't taste to bad either.

"Far as I know, over those days, you were. Daisy went missin' for a night, she-" He gestured uselessly at his head. "Lost everything that she'd gotten here. Fresh Canvas. Not the first time that's happened."

So needless to say, he was glad that Max didn't suffer the same.