Time is a little harder to keep track of on the Waverider. Almost a year, I think. I definitely remember Christmas. To start out with I was trapped in the cretaceous for six months. By myself. With no one to talk to or watch my back. Dinosaurs were constantly trying to eat me. But I'm fine. Totally fine. There's a fence and not just a barrier of male T-Rex urine. Nope. Actual fence. And people. People are great.