"I guess that's about right," she replied, taking the plastic knife to the steak with a vengence. She ate a couple bites before replying. "I don't really know about that--only had one night to go off of. But these days seem ridiculously short. I'm in a shift, I meet someone, start to ask them some questions and it ends."

She fully sat up on the bed, stabbing the fork into the steak. "Every shift is a couple of minutes. Then it's night. So the day is an hour long?! I still don't know what the hell is really going on!"