"Wednesday," she repeats softly, staring forward. It's good to have something to focus on. Part of what had caused her to fall apart so completely earlier was that she was so utterly helpless. Her mother was gone and she was hundreds of miles away and there was nothing she could do, not a thing.

But now she's got something, and she grabs onto it hard.

"Can you leave tonight?" she asks, still staring straight ahead. Her voice is still quiet, but now with a tightness to it. An efficiency.