She rolled her eyes up to the sky, doing the mental math, before arriving at the incredibly depressing answer. "About fourteen months," she said. Her birthday had come and gone. No one had noticed. But at least she'd been human at the time, and able to treat herself to more than one drink that night.

Ralfing never felt so good.

"It can get a little rough trying to keep track of time here," she murmured. "I mean, between the bouts of oh-no-oh-no-oh-the-horror-why we have a lot of...downtime." The days felt the same. They melted into each other, so alike that it felt like Groundhog Day.

Minus the music.