As soon as I hit the square, there was a pause.

He did get the rifle. Good on him. I'd had different reasons then, obviously, but still. The man deserved his rifle.

And then there was awkward silence.

What do you say to something like this? 'So how about that thing where we remember years of our lives that never really happened?'

So I went with something a bit less personal.

"So. That was a Shift, then."