Years. If the crew had been displaced for so long, there would have to be some other trace. The scientists in the Tower would likely want to look at the ship and whatever was left inside. Valdis knelt near him, not reaching out, simply trying to read whatever she could through her empathy and other senses. His scent might give her some clues.

"I see," she replied. He only had so much energy and it would be irresponsible to push him too hard. She needed to consider her questions carefully. "What can you tell me about what happened to the ship? I saw shadows in the engine room, it didn't seem like a storm."