"You're quite gone." It was said flatly. He didn't think Julian was faking--depriving him of his driving purpose was like hollowing a pumpkin and expecting it to stand up to force. It would be beyond useless to tell the Calendar Man nobody but him valued a sense of time to that level... that it was hardly secret, elite knowledge.

"I'll have to make something up myself."

He shrugged, dipped a hand into his coat, and came out with a small watch, stripped of its strap but brand new by the piece of plastic separating the notched tuner from the rest of the watch body--digital, so that it would glow in the darkness of Julian's cell.

When Jon wanted to, he could think the dimensions of a problem through with devastating attention to detail.

"Here. You'll have to be clever about keeping it from them."