He snorts. "That's weird." He's trying to see the downside here, but he has also never experienced such a thing.
"How long have you been here?" Half a year was too long. A week was too long. He needed to get back to his friends. They would be looking for him.
His wrist itches and he rubs it absently against his leg. He remembers being pushed from the roof of the train. And for a brief instant, he saw his best friend's face looking down at him before the train sped away. Maybe they weren't looking for him after all.