[It has been a week. Well, eight days. Carol drew up a little calendar that she keeps hanging her kitchen. No months, no year. After talking to some others, she realized it might not be relevent. So she just marks the days. Maybe it's pointless, maybe she'll tire of it after a while, but for now it helps.
Today, Carol can be found in the museum, smiling fondly, sometimes stupidly, sometimes laughing, at cats wearing clothes.]
...and then...
[Inspired, Carol finds herself at the Pet Cafe, staring down a huddle of kittens and wondering how she can leave with just one.]