"That wasn't my fault," Erskine grumbled. "I was young, and naive, and trying to impress a pretty lady. And it's really not fair that you can still use that against me."

It was back when Erskine met Corrival, back when he was young and determined and brimming with magic he didn't understand, tracking down what he thought was a werewolf because... well, because he was stupid. The werewolf turned out to be a vampire, one that Corrival was tracking, and the reason Erskine didn't pursue the issue now was that he still couldn't really think about what happened after that meeting.

Calendars were easier to focus on. Calendars were simple. Erskine only half-listened to what the others were saying, old festivals and equinoxes running through his head, and it all seemed so laughably simple now that the others were logically talking through the statement. Erskine just wasn't cut out for that type of thing. He didn't solve mysteries. He didn't silently work things out, like Skulduggery did.

"Not all physical calendars, no," he murmured. "You can find anything on the internet these days, though. Solomon, don't you have a computer in your office, or has that been hooked up yet?"