Pleasure's all mine, and don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure I'm from somewhere a little unusual myself.

[Medieval Ireland was kinda wacky, yanno.]

Anyway, it's tough to explain. Kinda like...like a really weird dream that goes against logic, that's all I can really call it. The place I was in, it kept repeating these four days over and over. I'd fall asleep on the eleventh and wake up on the eighth.

And just like some weird dream logic, nobody'd question it. Kinda like they didn't even know something was wrong, or didn't want to mention it if they did know.

...damn, I must sound like I've gone nuts, huh? It's fine if you want to call me crazy, I'm thinkin' I just might be.