Ren still isn't back by the time Haru gets up, leaves a note for Kennedy on the table that he's going out for breakfast, and ventures forth and back again with a couple of pastries and bento and a bottle of orange juice. If she's still asleep by then he will do his best not to wake her as he does another session of flashcards and picks his way through a bit more Harry Potter and the ingredients labels on all the food. If she's still asleep by eleven o'clock, though, he will start quietly doing some unpacking.

This wakes her up around noon.  ....Her clothes are indeed hopelessly wrinkled.  She exits the room anyway.

He's got a new shirt on, though the jeans could conceivably be the same ones. "Hello. Did you sleep okay?"

"It was okay, given the circumstance."

"Ren isn't back yet." He taps his foot. "I called Charlie. My dad. In case this takes long enough that I need to fly back to Canada. I don't know what would happen to you then. I haven't heard anything new from DDSI."

"Oh.  They speak - this language, in Canada?"

"And French too, but mostly English."

"What does French sound like?"

"...I don't know very much of it to begin with and I've been studying Japanese really hard. I know French words but I'm not sure about a whole sentence. ...hm." He pulls a nearly empty bag of peanuts from the backpack he brought on the airplane (navy blue) and reads the French copy to her.

"That's not another name for Barbliic, then."  She sighs.  "Should I start trying to learn Japanese?"

"If you like learning languages sure, but you might easily be matched up to a missing person and on a plane by the end of today," he shrugs. "And wherever you're missing from probably is not part of Japan."

"What are monsters like, here?"

"They're all different, in different dungeons. I have books about dungeons but not hard copy ones. There's ones with dragons, or dinosaurs, or giant bugs, or sea monsters, or evil teddy bears, or practically anything."

"Hmmmm.

"Can they make you remember a whole life with pretty much no monsters?"

"Your monster was definitely weird but mostly because it teleported you all the way here and it isn't with you still doing stuff, not because it messed with your head. I actually tried to ask the 119 guy if possibly Ren's dungeon was sending out monsters that look like little girls, in case you were one, but I think probably you are a human. Psychic monsters and psychic dungeons are really bad though. They can make people think or feel basically anything."

Pulling at her hair is a bad habit that she's not supposed to do, but this is really scary and she can probably make an exception.  ...But the fact that she should make an exception does mean that she should probably hide away where no one can see her.  But - "I guess if my whole life is fake all of the advice I remember for how to deal with something messing with my head is too."

"I think probably not absolutely everything you know is wrong because you can still talk and stuff. But if you are going to do anything drastic you could ask me first."

"I'm supposed to hide away where no one can see me, if I think I'm not clearheaded and I can.  But I don't really want to."

"Why are you supposed to do that if you don't want to?"

"Because later I will hate that anyone saw me."

"..........why, that's dumb."

"...Why do you think it's dumb?"

"Because being around in a place you decided to be anyway isn't somebody doing anything wrong worth hating them for. I'm just sitting here and you can go in my room if you want but if you don't want to that's not my fault."

"Hate that anyone saw me, not 'hate anyone who saw me'."

"Oh, I heard wrong, sorry. Well if you're going to hate it why don't you want to go hide, then."