"1926." Credence answers without really thinking about it, and begins to stack the game pieces like the manual says. He's been a part of a lot of things that are strange and otherworldly. He himself is one, and so he feels he shouldn't be too caught off-guard. Even if it is strange.

Glass houses and stones, after all.

"December - it hadn't snowed yet, though. But when I came here, there was so much snow I thought I was going to get sick. Especially since it was wet." He pauses a little more, tilting his head to the side as he examines the lattice-like work of the wooden blocks.

"Are you scared of leaving New York?"