Hojo laughed a little, though he sounded slightly distant. "I suppose. But if the past isn't set, well, what do we have to go on? I have to trust that the sun goes down at night -- figuratively, of course -- or that if you drop sodium in water you get a rather violent reaction. If time can be messed with like that, what else can?" He shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable. It was strange; he'd been out of his element ever since he woke up in this bizarre place, but so far he'd been able to keep from showing it too obviously. Maybe the monotony was getting to him. "I don't know." Shit. Time to stop talking.