And when the dance of celestial objects was already a bit confusing... Looking to the 'sun' to decide when it's day, or night. [The skeleton shakes his head, pronouncing the word 'sun' like he's heard it in passing a few times, but not had much pressing need to refer to it before.] A warning well-given, and received. Especially since, I seem to have misplaced my phone when I died...

[He checks a few places across his outfit, including tucked in his scarf-capelet or up inside his shirt, to no avail. That's a shame. Some form of identification probably would have had his name, and with it surely sparked recollection.]