If it seemed like longer to her, then it definitely seemed long to him. He wouldn’t even be able to begin to tell anybody what all had happened back in their world, about all that he’d seen, about the people that they hadn’t known before. There was too much to explain. He would never get all of it out and he didn’t think he needed to. Some things would be dropped in the open and others would stay with him, because Bart didn’t know what they shouldn’t be told and what they should.
“Not very. Ten years for me, which can be a long time depending on how you look at it.” It felt both long and fleeting to him. He could remember every little thing, every small detail about his life and the lives of the people who were close to him. They were all fixed in his head and some of those memories were longer than others.
Bart shrugged and his smile widened. “I’m twenty eight, and I was bound to grow up sooner or later.” He thought that it may have happened after he’d gone back to see his parents. Looking at them and talking to them and letting them know that he was alive and well, gave him a push away from childhood and closer to the line that separated it from adulthood.