"Months ago." She doesn't know the exact date - not for Rush, anyway. "I'm not sure when it took you, but you were in Manhattan before I arrived, and that was back in August. It's October now."

His pain is obvious, and Greta averts her eyes from it, using more punch as an excuse. She doesn't like being the bearer of bad news, but she doesn't like lying by omission, either, or letting his confusion go unchecked or unremarked upon.

He seemed so happy, though. Is that really how he used to be?

Another sip of punch. She keeps her eyes on the crowd with the vague intention of giving him some space. It's nice to watch them all enjoying themselves, though, and a faint, proprietary smile creeps across her features.