He was right in thinking Rachel would consider the question weird. She eyed him, still walking, with an almost confused expression on her face. It seemed like a strange inquiry, like something a doctor would ask a patient to make sure they still held a grip on reality.
“2011.” Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. “What kind of...” She trailed off into silence for a second. “Why?” Nothing about this was easing her worries at all. There were so many bad things that could have been responsible for her situation. She worried, mostly, that it had something to do with the terrorist group Red Flag. Who knew what a cluster of rebel alphas could do?