I did not... As you've said, time does not seem to flow normally here. You're not the first person I've spoken to who said they spoke to me here months ago. As far as I can recall, it was barely a day between our first encounter and the one in the elevator...

[Whether Wriothesley considers them pieces of the puzzle or not, Neuvillette certainly does. All of this information tells him that this place can't be some things while still possibly being others. He's still leaning toward this being something of a pocket dimension. These things occur and often require something specific in order to exit.

But these are things to ponder later. At the moment, finding Lady Furina is far more important.

Unlike Wriothesley, he is momentarily distracted by the fountain. Half a second later, he's following Wriothesley's gaze, his breath catching in his throat as his chest becomes tight. While usually hidden in the massive building, they're in the one spot where the pattering of rain against the glass ceiling is immediately noticeable.] Lady Furina... [His voice is barely audible. Making his way to the statue, he reaches out to touch the statue's shoulder, but hesitates, his hand never getting closer than hovering just above the stone.] You're sure this is her? That she's been transformed to stone?