A hundred days. [He repeats, needlessly, looking like he's about two steps from panic.]

I don't have that long. Not me, it's not me--[That's a lie, but who cares?] There's a kid stuck in the land of the dead, a living boy who was cursed by accident, and if we don't get him back home by sunrise, he's, ah.

[He draws a finger across his neck vertebrae. Everyone knows what that means, surely!]