[and that's where the long story comes in]

Yeah. I'll tell you exactly how another time, all right?

[that can't be the focus of this conversation, or they'll digress too much. languidly, he drapes an arm over his eyes, and keeps talking]

They took me back to the police station and locked me in an underground interrogation room. I don't know how long I was down there. Time kind of. . . ran together, after a while.

[it's hard to focus on the passage of time when you can't see the sun, and your system is chock full of drugs]