That was like a bucket of ice water doused over him, it was so surprising, and Much froze completely under her touch. Suddenly, he could barely breathe. "That-" he said, but there was nothing he could say. It was him once. And they'd all seen how easily the world could shift, how a little craze had been all it had taken to tear the Sheriff to shreds, to send him back to a different version of himself. The line between who they were and who they'd all once been... suddenly felt like the most fragile thing in the world. "That was a long time ago," was all he could manage, but even to his own ears it sounded weak. It was weak.