A few months. That both seemed right, and didn't. Eleven raised a hand to massage his forehead. To think, he hadn't even made it back to the past and already, it was beginning to perplex him.

"From here?" he hazarded, closing his eyes in an attempt to focus his memory. A few things jumped out to him, but what had happened last failed to reveal itself. "I remember there was a dance, and speaking to a dragon beneath the school somewhere.."