[He's jostled awake for the umpteenth time and this time he stays awake. His first instinct is to slap McCree upside the head for elbowing him in the stomach, but he's quick to get his bearings and he stops himself. He is on a horse. McCree is driving the horse (do you call it driving the horse). 76 has to re-adjust to make sure he's not going to fall off.
It's daylight, so he can make a few estimates, but the scenery is just smears of color, so he can't be sure how far they've gone.]
How long was I out?
[Please tell him he was out for a month and a half. Please tell him that he slept all the way to San Diego.]
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It's daylight, so he can make a few estimates, but the scenery is just smears of color, so he can't be sure how far they've gone.]
How long was I out?
[Please tell him he was out for a month and a half. Please tell him that he slept all the way to San Diego.]