A quick glance in the napkin dispenser showed Dean engrossed in his tea. Dave leaned foward slightly and dropped his voice low enough to be hard to follow at a distance but not so quiet, he hoped, as to be suspicious. "I'm trying to map intersections. Judging from the state I was in when I arrived, I lost about three days in transit. If Corner Sweets and that house are that far out of sync, the return trip is going to take careful planning. Otherwise..." His eyes unfocussed slightly as he worked through the problem in his head. When he finally arrived at an answer, it sent his eyebrows leaping for his hairline.<br/><br/>"Bozhe moi. I could be out by months. Or leagues. Possibly straight up."