November.. Ah, she clarified. Cassie was always considerate like that. Luckily for them both, Jake wasn't nearly as concerned with time. Traveling through space on alien technology meant time could hardly be relevant. The year was different from what Jake knew to be back on Earth, but even factoring in their projected time, traveling to the "future" wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. Also add in all-powerful beings and time, space, and reality were just some sort of game in the long run. Eyes only broke momentarily away from Cassie to take a look around the apartment. It spoke volumes about her, about how she felt, about how she really was taking in the idea of no Yeerks, no threats, no chance of returning to whatever point in time she'd come from.
She looked settled. That was good. Cassie always made adjustments to new things the easiest.
"We aren't just some character from some book. You know what we saw, what we did, what we lost... " Not one for falling short of knowing how to offer a good pep talk, Jake found it rather difficult right now. He was doing his best to process everything all at once in the day he'd been here, but the one thing he refused to believe was that their lives were just some fairy tale book of horror created by some lady with a thing for classic rock music. He knew what he felt, what he saw, he knew the pain of being ripped apart, bitten, sliced, burned, he knew what it was like to have absolutely no control over your body... None of that was make believe, and damn anyone that felt bold enough to tell him otherwise. Clearing his throat, he took a moment to compose his thoughts.
But there was silence. Should he ask if she was okay? Should he jump to the topic of Rachel? There were so many questions that he was questioning if this was even a good idea to begin with. So he went with the civil route. "How've you been? The place looks nice. I wouldn't have thought you'd stay in a place like New York City." It was different from the Cassie he knew, but, maybe she was different now too.