Czeslaw's stomach drops at Bucky's explanation. Two months that he can't remember do not make an encouraging picture. If it was anyone else he might accuse them of playing a mean prank, but somehow he can't see Bucky doing that kind of thing.

"No, I..." he swallows painfully, clutches his packet a little tighter. Physical signs of deep unease. "I thought...I didn't think any time passed at all. What's today?"