[A month. That gives him an idea of when this started, and... a niggling memory of something. Probably a weird dream, though. Plus, it rules out... literally anyone actually doing this.]

That... [What do you even say to that? Donar sure as shit doesn't know.] That sounds like one hell of a month to be dealing with things. My condolences.

[Never mind that he's apparently also stuck here, now. He's just going to set the pumpkin down and... uh. Try to... figure out what to say. Good job, Donar. After that, he'll just sort of lean against something nearby, gaze wandering some as he thinks, but largely kept on Connor because that's polite, right?]

Strange, that no one would come out with information about what they're doing to people in a month.