Patience let out a breath. "2002?" he said, dredging up a year. "I think- Yes, it was just after the turn of the millennium, so it must have been around then. This used to help the last person I was with relax. Her name was Jenna. She worked hard. Long hours with so little recognition." He glanced around, though it hadn't been this particular bathroom he'd shared with her, remembering what she'd been like with a wistful look. Then he looked back at Armaan. "I'm sorry. I don't know if you even want to hear this."