Honestly, Chas wasn't doing much better at keeping track of the days, really. It was hunting during the day, and then at night, laying in her bed and thinking about Barty, just through the door in the room next to hers. Wondering if he'd decide to come through or not. It was always not, though, and eventually she'd fall asleep to blurry dreams, often about him.
Today, though, was different. Today they'd found their targets and Chas was in that perfect state of mind that she always got when she was hunting. That narrowed-in focus, the scent of prey in his nose, knowing she was so close. Feeling Barty's hand at her back, Chas edged closer with him. "We need to find a way to get closer," Chas said lowly, "To be certain it's them." As much as she'd like to just take them now, she was well aware of the penalties for screwing up, and she didn't want to have to go through that.