Anyone else might have been able to answer Athena’s question with less thought, bur Triton had to try to think back. Away from family, he’d kept to himself, ignoring the days and weeks slipping past him. By the time he had an answer for her, he’d already begun to drive.
“It was……the early 1700’s when I came here. To this country. I’ve stayed by the water all the time….of course. This city is one of the very few places I’ve ever stayed where that’s not the case.” Hope of finding any of his family had brought him to the city, and now, kept him there. “Without going back and checking any of my records, I couldn’t say exactly when I found myself here. I keep track of time through what art I came across when and where.”