Twenty-two, Zack echoed. That meant he had missed... too many years. For the life of him, he had no idea why he could daydream up something like that. This was a quiet night.

It was a quiet night. And now he was torturing himself.

Clearly, he was bad at taking advantage of the reprieve.

It's been too long. I lose track, not even sometimes. Time doesn't mean much anymore, I guess.

Except that Ino's life was slipping by, and he wasn't even a part of it.