Oh, that was a deep pull, and it does make Martin laugh just a little bit. "No, it was-- way before you got here. Pretty soon after Jon and I arrived."

When was that, exactly... two years ago? Something like that? His memories have since been segmented into 'when Jon was here' and 'when he wasn't'. "A bunch of us were kidnapped by these... things? But they, uhm-- they had these seal coats, sort of, like their skins, and when they put them on people they'd become a seal. And then they'd chase us, until someone could, uh, t-take it off."

He remembers, being exhausted, climbing into the boat Jon had been rowing until he could convince him to pick up the knife. It was horrible, but better when it was over. Better knowing Jon came for him, that he would come for him when it was dangerous. "I don't think anybody died, so it was... kind of okay? I mean, we never saw them again, at least."