“Well not for you they haven’t. How long do you think your story’s been going on for, really?” the judge asked, now smiling knowingly. Handy raised his hand to answer but caught himself. The screens he had spied had shown images of him with creatures he had never met before, griffons, ponies, alicorns, and other things beside. His story had apparently ‘stopped’, whatever that even meant, after his trip to the Dragonlands, which at least told him he survived the misadventure, but that meant that not only was he currently out of space, he was also outside of time. But not so out of time that he couldn’t be saved by a literal bell.