"End of this one actually," he says breezily, faux or otherwise, though he'll be damned if he knows the date. Those first few days hadn't exactly been a smooth transition. The nearest way to pinpoint it would be to go digging back through the network archives, sort out when the bombings had been-- but to be honest, he hadn't been keen to look. Hasn't seen the point in numbering his days.

"I take it you haven't been planning a extravagant party for me then?"