And believe me, I am still alive...

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River has had better days. Weeks. Months. She's not actually certain how long she's been gone, because measuring time when there aren't exactly regular night and day cycles and no clocks is always going to be a losing proposition. But whatever the length of time, she is certain that it was long and annoying and she's really not quite so fond of labyrinths anymore.

And she still doesn't have any cake. River hates this ship.

Now that the insane (and somewhat creepy) AI has let her go, though, she's found her way back up to what she recognizes as the living area of the ship, and is stalking around with a look of vague annoyance at the universe, wondering if she can find someone to tell her how long she's been gone and if she missed anything interesting. Or maybe her brother to blame for this somehow. Younger brothers are good for that.