The baby needs to be walked a lot. If she is not walked she yells. So Rebecca walks and walks and knows the hallway well enough to do it with her eyes closed, so she does it with her eyes closed because she's so tired, so she doesn't see the difference until she hears her footsteps on concrete instead of carpet.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Where am I?"
"I don't think I've slept in two days so maybe you're actually making complete sense but I dunno what you're talking about."
"- yeah that sounds great," she yawns, and she follows him.
Rebecca takes about two seconds to assess this tent before she flops in it and falls asleep.
Rebecca unzips the tent and wobbles over and plants Catherine's face on a boob. That was maybe a whole hour of sleep, hooray.
"Thanks." Sigh. "She eats a lot."
"Is crew a - sailing thing -"
“My foster parents are probably at their apartment? Where I was? Till just now?"
How about she and this baby both flop in the tent and she tries for the 400th time to sleep while nursing and see if it works yet the way people keep saying it should.
As soon as the baby seems to be done nursing, a teenager will come by to collect it.
For the rest of the afternoon, Rebecca will be brought a baby occasionally for nursing and then allowed to sleep undisturbed. When the sun sets, Catherine is placed in her tent. Throughout the night, Rebecca has a sense that if she leaves the tent something horrible will happen.
That's concerning! It makes it hard to sleep, actually!