And then it started to sink in, and his expression slowly shifted into his calm poker face. Jon was one of them, he was working for them. The keepers. They frightened Julian in a way that the guards at NOHoPE rarely did, so filled with hate, not for what he had done but for who he was.

Frightened. And with that thought he rearranged his thoughts. It seemed obvious then, that Jon would be the one causing fear.

He had been quiet for a bit too long again. What was it that Jon wanted? Something. Something to bring back.

He tried to think of something, of anything, but the only thing he could think of was the date.

"Leap Day, Julian calendar. The day the Gregorian calendar was introduced. February 24th."