A year... that's how many arenas? If they're all as long as the one they'd left that could be in the double digits if there's only a little rest between. Albert feels a sudden upswell of sympathy for Sherlock and though it doesn't show on his face there are traces of it when he speaks. "Weeks is long enough. A year I can't even fathom."

He drops his voice low, unsure of if they're being watched or listened to but fairly certain it's at least likely. "Hasn't anyone tried to escape in all that time?"