Ten months ago as a twelve year old? I think the fact that I'm not scratching my head means I'm adjusting pretty well.
The fight had to do with the whole time thing from last week. The guy is usually pretty cool, apparently, but went evil last week. So, y'know, I woke up last Saturday with no memory of the week before and a bunch of weaponry I didn't have before, and I figured the obvious course of action was to lend a hand.