"Cheer up. You know, I find this time to be a perfect litmus test."
  "To see if I can stomach it, you mean?" asked Barry.
  "No, no, although that's good." Chronic inhaled deeply over the cheese through the cellophane. "Aged, of course." He reclined on his elbow as he unwrapped it. "No, to examine your relationship to time."
  "I find it all a bit frightening," Barry said as the cries and gunplay mounted.
  "But did it change anything?"