"Ah, right, yeah. It'd make getting clothes that fit pretty damn hard, that's for sure." He quips. He hums. "Yeah, you'd think..." I mean, he feels for Richard, having to deal with echoes, but he's gotten more or less to the point of echos being both few and far between and more or less not something to worry about.

After all, he's already lost thirteen years or so, so what more could really be done to him? Well, he knows what more, but he'd really rather not think about it. "Well, something weird must be going at least. Let's hope it doesn't really get too much crazier. Maybe you'd have to write another book."