Yeah, they mentioned something like that. Time going all frozen like so that whoever in whatever little pocket of the dimension doesn't know you're missing. Seems a bit off to me. Realities all over the place just standing still.

[He looked down at his whiskey, thinking of the fact that she was telling him something contrary to what he knew. The liquid was swallowed, the glass set down, and the beer picked up instead. He was feeling uncomfortably nervous for some reason, fidgeting and picking out his pack from his pocket to set on his table with his lighter.]

Guess I went back if time moved on. So, go on then. Tell me how you killed me. Get your jollies off doing it?

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It was you, wasn't it? Don't tell me I got dusted by one of the Scoobies. I can't live that down.