"...how many hours do you think a day should have?"

"Ummmmmmm.  Four.... thirty-sss - um.  Thirty-two."  Her face scrunches up.  "Thirty-two."

"Do the hours seem about right so far?"

"I haven't learned how to feel time," she despairs.

"Wouldn't you notice, if somebody said it was an hour but it was only a minute?"

"....It is not that big a difference," she admits.

"I guess it'd be more like... an hour feeling like an hour and a half."

"I don't think I would be able to tell that one."

"...well, there's no school for you to worry about being awake for. If you don't feel tired till well after Haru and I do, you can just stay up, and that's fine. The social worker may well need you to be awake but I don't know exactly when."

"Okay..."

Ren makes a run to the konbini for a toothbrush and similar sundries and makes sure Kennedy has everything she needs to put herself to bed before she and Haru themselves go to bed. She's got Japanese to study but there's not a whole lot else to do.

And because of this, and the dark, and that she didn't get enough sleep last night, and because things have been very, very stressful recently - she does get in a two-hour nap around midnight.

She tries to stay in bed for a while after that; maybe she was wrong about the hours.

But no, she's really not sleepy.  So she gets up and, yes, practices Japanese for a while, and finishes A Little Princess, and, she knows how to take a shower by herself, at least at home; she figures out the Swans' and does that, and gets dressed again in her terrible outfit.  She draws little figures on the notebook paper, and tears them out very carefully, and draws outfits for them, and plays paper dolls.  She finds some squished-up bits of packing tape that didn't make it to the trash and pretends those are dolls, too.

She's still wide awake when the Swans get up.

Yawn. "Good morning, Kennedy." Ren put some rice in the cooker last night, after the konbini trip, and has a jar of furikake to put on it. That is breakfast for everyone.

"Good morning, Swan-san."  Well, it's dinner for Kennedy but she likes it well enough.

And they can have a quiet morning of breaking down boxes and practicing Japanese - Haru will talk to his mother in Japanese, sometimes, and then explain to Kennedy what he said and how it breaks down - before the social worker arrives at around ten a.m.

The social worker is an older lady dressed in an admirably ladylike style. She speaks English, though it is quite accented. "Hello, Kennedy."

"Hello, Ma'am."  Curtsy.

"My name is Takuma Kikyo and I am a social worker with a specialty in dungeon related problems. Can you tell me about yours?"

"Umm.  ........I remember a whole life that doesn't work with how people say things work here."

Takuma Kikyo nods invitingly.

"Like how I think we're speaking Latin, and a day has thirty-two hours but I call it fourct because we use octal for time and decimal for some other things, and I tried to sleep kind of somewhat earlier than yesterday but it really didn't work except I took a nap, so I think it's true to me in, umm, in my body instead of just in my mind, and all the other times are different too, and astrology is important because everyone born on the same day is geminis of each other and I was being raised in a country of mine to see if I would turn out a normal autumn equinox even though they waited a long time, until both of my parents were dead, to incubate me in a machine.  Ummm, and the phones I know have buttons and things like that."

Takuma-san has to look up "octal" (and "gemini", though that helps less). "And you appeared right here in Swan-tachi's apartment?"

"Tachi is sooooort of like a plural but it mostly just means 'and all the others you would expect from this being the example member of the group'," Haru volunteers.

"- he's right, maybe it's less common a loanword than I thought."

"I had never learned any Japanese before I came here.  ....Before I appeared here in this apartment."