"...No."

"Well, that still needs to be done. And Melanie got groceries today. I think that's all the news I have."

Then they can disperse again!

Melanie does a few measurements of April's pupils and then places an order online for glasses. They set up April's cot. 

Nights are... about the same. Basira does patrols. Most nights Melanie wakes up screaming at least once. April gets woken up at noon. There's not much to do, particularly, though the changes the Internet has gone through in a decade will probably keep April occupied for a while.

A few days later, glasses arrive!

She does her best to be useful insofar as usefulness is possible; she's always on the lookout for floors in need of sweeping, lightbulbs in need of changing, plumbing in need of unclogging, that general sort of thing. She remembers Basira suggesting that she work out but she doesn't actually have much of an idea how to begin doing that and this seems like a stupid problem for her to have which makes it very tempting to ignore until prompted. She does keep herself appropriately fed and watered, though, and tries to at least spend a decent amount of time walking around even if she is only walking around in well-known locations due to the risk of spending all day squinting hopelessly at street signs if she strays too far from the Institute and gets lost.

And then glasses arrive and she puts them on her face and "holy fuck, I can see again. Did not know I missed it this much."

(Basira helps Daisy through PT exercises once a day, as well as doing her own workouts once a day on her own. Melanie has PT exercises as well. April has a standing invitation to join any of them, although Basira is much more in shape than she is while Melanie and Daisy are still working on 'walking', so getting something at the correct level might be a bit harder.)

"It's nice, right? Leaves on trees, all that."

(It's a rhetorical question; it doesn't do anything. Daisy and Melanie are both in the room as well. Melanie glares at Jon when he talks. They all have faces, which have been thus far represented with icons! Daisy's emaciated, and Jon and Melanie are both bordering on underweight. Jon has quite a lot of scars--he's covered in pockmarks that look like they probably came from puncture wounds, his right hand is covered in burns, he has a ring of scar tissue around one of his pinkies, and he's got a long scar on his throat, as though it was slit at some point. He's not, in fact, wearing glasses. He is looking at April like he wants to eat her. He has extremely dark bags under his eyes, like he hasn't slept in a very long time.)

She smiles. She doesn't take offense, although she does pause before responding, as though taking a moment to verify that she doesn't have to. Then again, maybe she's just absorbed in looking around at everything in the office.

"Yeah, I've never lost my glasses for this long before and wow, objects having details, definitely forgot how cool this was. You all have faces! With features on them! That's a weirdly large number of tape recorders! I can count the dead flies in the light fixture!" Her wandering gaze lands back on Jon and she remarks in the same tone of cheerful discovery, "You look like utter garbage! —sorry, that was tactless."

"It's fine. It's not a new observation."

"Oh good. I meant it in the sense where you look like you have been having a very bad time but that is not quite what came out of my mouth. Although while I'm making tactless observations, wow, they weren't kidding about the way you look at me."

Jon closes his eyes and digs his fingernails into his palm. (Of the non-burned hand.) "Yes, well. I'm not trying to, it's just--" Frustrated sigh. "I can go to a different room."

"Eh, I'm not that bothered. Whatever." She tucks the little cloth that came with the glasses into a pocket and turns to Melanie. "Okay, glasses have been achieved. I remember you saying something about a phone...?"

"Right! Yes. Phone. It'll be a couple hundred dollars but--almost definitely worth it, you can use it for anything. You'll also have to come shopping again, unless you want me picking one out for you."

"I will happily come shopping again."

Cool! Then they can go shopping again. April can get a smartphone. 

She asks for a lot of advice and pays a lot of attention to budget and eventually obtains a phone she is satisfied with, then spends the whole way home playing Candy Crush on it.

...Awwwwwwwww. Good for her. Melanie will not interrupt the Candy Crush playing except to give April the Institute’s wifi password once they get back. 

"The future is pretty cool," she announces. "Apocalypse cults notwithstanding."

“Kind of a major exception. But hey, at least we have Candy Crush.”

"Candy Crush is a good thing for the future to have."

“It is! —Oh, I forgot to mention—there isn’t great service in the tunnels, and there’s a lot of spooky bullshit, don’t go exploring down there on your own, even if you can see now. London’s mostly safe, though.”

"I will avoid exploring the spooky tunnels. I'm totally gonna wander around London though. Gotta go look at all those trees with leaves on 'em."

“Yeah! Your phone has a GPS on it so you can find your way around if you do get lost—” Melanie demonstrates. 

"Oh neat, and here I thought I'd have to just navigate by landmarks and memorize street names like we did in the benighted past."

Melanie laughs. “Well, you still will if your phone dies. But it’s more convenient than a paper map.”

"Sounds it!"

When April goes down into the tunnels that night, she will discover they are even spookier than previously assumed! Specifically, past a certain point, there are a kind of ridiculous amount of dead silvery-looking worms. They’re small and they’ve been cleared out of the way of the main path, but they’re obvious now that April has glasses.