"That is a long time," Armand agreed. "You're fortunate to be alive still." And seemingly sane, Armand added in the privacy of his mind. He didn't know if he'd last as long. Except he must if he had any hope of getting home again.

He didn't dare think of that long, not if he wanted to retain his composure. So instead he looked around again, finally settling his eyes back on Brock's face.

"In all that time have you learned anything that would be the most useful for survival?"