[Shion understood the difficulty in keeping time. It had been hard in the tower as well, even with the countdown clock on every terminal in the final year. But at least each new month had been marked by a different administrator taking charge, a new menu if there was food at all. Some different game or experiment to survive.

He knew of the storytellings from the weird dream and the little bit Xion had told him. If they were regular than Connor's way of telling time seemed like a sensible one. Three storytellings, three months. That was longer than Xion.

He nodded when he realised Connor had asked him a question] I woke up here a couple of weeks ago. I haven't been to a storytelling yet. I haven't met all that many people yet.