1580 Finding Everyone

One thousand sixteen years. This number kept repeating in Quinn's head. For one, he hadn't even been alive for that long in the first place, and yet suddenly, so many years had gone by. Initially, Quinn was worried about ten years going past. What had happened to all the threats that still remained, but a thousand years...it just all seemed so unreal.

Looking at Peter as well, he wanted to make a comment; he didn't understand how one couldn't have a sense of time of what went on. How come the apartment they were put in never changed during that time? It wasn't altered or anything, nor did anyone step in.

Things were seriously head-scratching for Quinn, but the one that he was worried about was all the others.

'My friends...everyone who fought by my side, what about them, are they still alive?' Quinn thought.