Time was impossible to keep track of in the persistent darkness, as she frequently flitted in and out of sleep out of sheer boredom. She’d been thirsty for what she could only imagine had been hours when the door finally cracked open again. While the light that came through the door was bright, because everything was bright to her at this point, it did not seem to be as bright as last time. Suggesting early morning or late evening, likely at least a day had passed since she’d disappeared from the restaurant, potentially two. 