over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Maea's head reeled. She stopped, disregarding the antics of the man as she tried to process what he was saying. He'd arrived in... and then the wall had been... but.. "But that's impossible!" she objected. "Are you sure we're talking about the same wall, the same barrier?" Granted, she had been ill for a while after it happened. But not for so long that several seasons could have escaped without her noticing. Nor could the storm have been holding her in thrall for that long. Amun made it sound like a year or more had passed, and that was just ridiculous. Right? Not remotely possible. And yet... fear slowly started creeping through her insides at the thought. It reflected in her pale eyes as she looked up at her guide, an almost plea for him to admit that he was joking. He seemed so fond of it, after all. It was a joke, right, and not... Lost... not only in space, but in time as well? "What... year is it now?" she asked, very quietly and with a forced calm that only went skin deep. Please, please... Let her be wrong.