It hadn't even occurred to Theodore, not until he saw Tracey, that he might have been gone for quite some time. Not long enough to become a missing person, or surely one of the medics who had taken his father away would have mentioned something, or at least looked surprised. But at least one night had passed, because the last thing he remembered was evening, and he'd woken in the morning.
"I'm alright," he said, but he knew that wasn't quite the truth. He was physically alright, albeit a bit bruised, and he hadn't done anything for the small scab on his throat. He hadn't thought to take care of those, because they were such tiny details in his mind, though probably weren't so tiny from Tracey's perspective. "Well, no. I--" Merlin, how did he even begin to explain. "I'm not quite sure what happened. I don't-- I don't remember."