This day was almost turning out to be pleasant. She enjoyed her conversation with Namine last shift, even though their pasts were vaguely familiar. Stretching as she walked (she had been curled up on a couch for half a shift), she shifted through her information and tried to decide where exactly she needed to go from here. The Bulletin Board didn't hold anything new for her, so after a moment, she continued on.

Renamon tried to pass the lunch line altogether, but it didn't look like her nurse was going to let her do that anymore. She filled up a salad tray to pick at--she didn't except to actually eat. She had ate at breakfast after all. Ignoring the fight that was starting to break out, she slipped to a empty table near the wall and waited.

Lunch was her postponed date with Edgeworth. It was a welcome relief from a day and a half's worth of alternate world interviews. Though she was quite different from when she asked to meet with him, she was still very interested in his theories of the 'why's' of this place, and anything else he might offer. And, of course, there was the very small chance that he was from her world, if he'd seen the show. Maybe.

She placed her notebook next to her tray, staring at the messy pages sticking out of it. More than anything, she wanted to know what was inside.

She'd wait. She had to wait.

[for Edgeworth]