[Even River's journal can't properly tell her how long they've been here. She thinks it's over a month, but she's stopped dating her entries - really, what's the point, she's no longer keeping track of a wibbly-wobbly timeline. Everything's linear now. And she only gets time to write when Brian's sleeping.

She waits on the Master's response, expecting some snark or that he'll ignore the query completely. Instead, she's surprised with the result.] Oh! Well...[This is certainly different.] I'll put out an extra plate, then.

I'm sure Brian will be pleased to have another face to throw food at.