Dizzy Land

He purses his lips and frowns at the –equation– question, eyes turning inward. "I'm not precisely sure," he says slowly. "Travelling through Time and Space most of your life muddies the water when you try to figure those numbers. I'd say somewhere between... eleven-hundred? Twelve? Probably somewhere in there, I'd wager. Well, that would be my true age. This body is not even a year old, but the cells aged to somewhere in the around thirty-four or thirty-five, it looks like."