An invisible hand would tighten around my throat and block even my breathing.

But he couldn't say that.

He had a feeling it had nothing to do with time, but taking the glass with a small thanks, Miles only nodded. He wasn't going to break any promises - and he had made a promise to change that miserable fate that awaited in his future.

"It's still January here, then." He had to get his bearings first. In Johto he'd only been asleep for nine days, whereas Miles had lived in Germany for nine months. The time gap was going to be difficult to get used to.

"Has anything new happened?"