Inwardly swearing at the cold and his lack of gloves, he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. Uncomfortable with the side by side proximity, he resisted slowing down. There were too many people about and he wouldn't be able to hear Micah speak all the medical related terms even now he didn't quite understand. He was only partially certain the guy wouldn't beat him up and take his money, which were better odds than he put on the rest of the building.
It was something, anyway.
"December," he replied somewhat cryptically. "I remember December. Then I remember February."