The thought gave him pause. He had lost track of the months. While he knew he came to this world sometime during its summer, it had been winter back home on Earth the last he could remember. It had been easily five… no, six. Seven months now? More than that? He wasn’t sure, but far more months than summer and autumn had any right to have before winter put its boot down. What date was it back on Earth? Was it still 2014? How long had he been gone from Earth’s perspective? Months? Years? No time at all? He had no reference for it. His landlord probably had either long rented off or he had not even noticed he had disappeared at all and his rent was still due. Or everyone he knew was dead.