"Before midnight," Much said, encouraged by Marian's focus, and not just the fact that she wasn't focusing on yelling at them. "Think we were set up before half eleven," he shot a glance to Will, in case he was better with the details. It felt like they'd only been there seconds before the Sheriff had arrived, but they'd been so full of reckless grief and anger (he meant: justified and controlled grief and anger, if you were going to make him say it outloud) that time had been a bit funny.