"Then you're sweet to indulge me," is her wry response as she settles elegantly on the grass beside him.

The brown paper bag is opened, and she unwraps a huge chicken and salad sandwich cut into two triangles, offering it to him.

"Mm-hmm. We were still in the old City last February, then there was an unexplainable event and we woke here on January first, last year." She frowns. "It feels significantly longer."