Whoa. Johnny stares at him, feeling a mixture of shock and pity. That's a hell of a long time to be stuck here -- and he doesn't know the date. Does he know how long it's been?

"June, uh..." Shit, what is the date? Hard to remember these things in a dream, even when he knows it's a dream. "Seventh, I think? Maybe eighth by now." He holds up his hands to show the lack of wristwatch. "Something like that."