"Half a year ago? What do you mean?" Sam asked with a wry smile, "It's been... it's been seven years since then."
"What year was it when you got here?" Foster asked, and Sam, looking at the broken phone in front of him, slowly lifted his head, "Erm... it was... 2021, February 26th."
"...I got here in August 5th 2021..." Foster replied. Sam wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with this information. He looked at the ground, not sure what this was supposed to mean. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh, "You know what? It's fine. It doesn't make a difference, at all. Whether six months or seven years, we're here now. And it's not like our situation makes any sense in the first place... right?"
