"In June?" Fabian was officially confused. Not much, but the days were all wrong, the years messed up (never mind the dying part. He'd get to that later.) "You're married?"
This had to be a dream. Someone had to have spiked his tea, or gotten him drunk when he wasn't looking, and now he was hallucinating. Give him a few more minutes and he'd be back to normal.
All he could really do was play along. Right?
"Start at the beginning. What the hell have I missed?"