Carmilla became distracted by a thought as something Sally said got her attention. When her father gave her a slight nudge, she shook her head clear and stepped forward to offer her paper calendar to Jack. "This is a human calendar that tracks the days according to the lunar cycle, rather than from one Halloween to the next. I have to manually update it every day." She pointed first to the box that was labeled Halloween in small letters (almost like an afterthought, for some reason), then to the last box that had been crossed out in red ink. "I hadn't marked it off for three days that I remember, but it's two weeks farther behind than that."

Igor came into the lab and began stacking clean glassware in the proper cabinets. Jewel and Sally smiled to him as he entered, then focused back on the conversation at hand.

The vampiress frowned deeply. "Strangely enough, when I looked at the countdown clock on the way here, it matched up with my calendar again. I was too occupied to check it since Halloween passed, so I can't be certain this is [i]actually[/i] the correct date." Her expression contorted into a suspicious glower. "It's pretty obvious who would do something like this. I think we can all agree it wouldn't be unfair to assume they're not above changing both the countdown [i]and[/i] my calendar to increase the confusion once the initial shock wore off."

Doctor Finkelstein reached up to take the calendar from Jack. He turned it this way and that, examining the pages and construction. "Hmmm... Yes, well... That is a reasonable worry... I could chemically remove the ink from the paper, and perhaps find a way to date it. Mmmm, or maybe measure the moisture content and compare the dryness..."

Jewel tilted her head. "I think it would be simpler to simply chart the stars and compare them to their annual location in comparison to the poles. Though there is another potential option."

Her husband looked up. "Oh?"

"Why don't we ask--"

"CARVER!" the Doctor snapped. He dropped the calendar in his lap and wheeled himself down the ramp to the next level. A low growl could be heard, slowly rising in pitch and volume, as he stared at the leg frames still chained to the wall. Unfortunately, Igor was a few seconds late getting to the electrical switch. Finkelstein's voice rang out into the relative silence, to be joined by the lightning just as he finished yelling:

"CAAAAAARVERRRRRRRRRR!"