"What by the Gods are you two even doing here?"

He asks the Angel, the flustered confusion in his voice almost pleading. The Angelic beauty ponders for a long moment, as if trying to recall a memory long since lost to time, "I am not certain." She responds finally, "I and Cassandra were both bound to the pendant you apparently freed us from, and for that you have my gratitude, but when, how, why... Even the number of years that have passed since eludes me."

That's fair, Alfred considers, whether an immortal being of the Skies or not, such magics would play havoc with one's mind.