Sam nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, it usually is." Usually, Bobby was around to bug them. "But..." He paused, then ran a weary hand over his face and back through his hair. "On the last planet we were on, you...apparently viewed some weird clock that's...taking time away from you." He wished he didn't have to explain it. It wasn't exactly easy to understand to begin with. "You're kind of aging backward."