Dyson hadn't kept close track himself. He knew it had been a few days mostly by the rising and setting of the sun, but he suspected that as the time went by, his sense of time would become much more vague.
A few months seemed like a long time, based on what he had heard from others. It sounded nice, he thought, the thought of being here that long and really getting settled in a place like this. Not only was the island beautiful and peaceful, but the company had proved to be good, too.
"What's your favorite part of being here?" he asked her. Some people seemed to vary in their answer to that question, but he found hearing it told him a lot about the person.