"A little over three months," Miles confirms with a sigh, although not nearly as dismayed as Bel. If he spent the last three months in stubborn denial he'd have lost his mind by now, and he's already crazy enough as it is. He runs a hand back through his hair. "We're way farther than a galaxy, Bel. We're not even in our own universe anymore. Have you talked to anyone on this ship yet? Aliens, gods, girls from twentieth century Earth? We are a long, long way from home."