She blinked at his explanation - or lack thereof - "Weeks?" she muttered softly, suddenly clinging to Charlie as much as he was clinging to her. "It can't have been weeks, I was only stuck behind the door for a day, wasn't I?" she asked, trying to fathom time differences in her head. Everything felt jumbled either way.
"Right. I think it's time you got your jammies on, young man, and got to bed. If you get your pyjamas on, Mama and Papa will read you a story before sleep time."