"It doesn't make any sense," he agrees and shakes his head. It makes his brain hurt to think about it. Hardison was better at understanding this weird sci-fi or fantasy crap.

"Yeah, like it's been months or years. But that's impossible, too."

But he's seen the impossible. Lived it. Died through it.

"Did you...uh," he pauses, unsure of how to say it. Or if he should say it, but he has to know. "Were there...ah, objects, in that place? Objects that held...well. Memories."