Matt was quiet for a long time. He walked around the room, and eventually sat down in a chair, immediately lighting up another cigarette. The same chain smoking bastard as always. It had to be his third one.

"So, I've been thinking- trying to figure out where all of this went wrong. You know, in the time-space-whatever. "I'm" not hiding somewhere else am I?" He didn't believe it, but he wanted to hear it from him. "What I mean is.. you haven't heard from me in a long time right? Like say oh.... almost a year and 2 months?"

In his mind he was pleading for this to be true. Hell, even "one year two weeks" would work for him right now.