Minato had to count the days at the question. Sometimes the days seemed to stretch on forever, and sometimes the nights ended so abruptly that he could almost forget to make the distinction between one day and the last. He had started counting the days in his journal as well, but he had no updated it for a few days.

"Almost two weeks," he said, frowning slightly as he responded. Two weeks, and he had seen friends disappear and reappear in the institute. He had been brainwashed, armed with a proper sword, and gone through portals into a zombie-filled Doyleton.

This place was almost as eventful as home.

"How about you?"