Tomorrow, Perhaps, 2/3

'That's odd,' he opined, from my perspective, a day has passed. As this may happen again, is there anyone I can see now? '
'No. You can see them tomorrow.'
'But..'
He came back the next evening to 'You again? I just told you we were closed.'
That again?
'But from my perspective you see, two days have passed.'
'Yep. Well from my perspective you see, go home.'
Frank was about to protest, but thinking better of it, shuffled painfully over the pebbles onto smoother ground and toward home. A soothing light wind told of creaking signs, birdsong, and voices.