Ginia knows immediately she's not in her bed when she wakes up. Her clothes are different too, a proper set of pajamas instead of the baggy t-shirt and shorts she usually wears to bed. Unease weighs in her chest as her left hand curls into the halberd position, blinking sleep away as she takes in her surroundings. There's a heart monitor clipped to her right pointer finger, an IV in her arm. A few vases of flowers and cards are placed on the nightstand and it takes a few more seconds for her to realize she's in the infirmary.

Feeling fine, rested even, Ginia toggles on and off her controllable nanomachines, making sure her pain dampeners aren't accidentally on. No pain at all, no trouble with any of the routines. Ginia sits up and pushes the blankets back, looking for any other injuries. None.

Unease lingering, Ginia looks for her phone and finds it conveniently on the nightstand, plugged in. The dozens of notifications will have to wait as she fixates on the time and date. Ten past 6 AM, May 15th.

How the hell did I lose a week? Ginia wonders even as the answer is clear. Isn't that a thing that happens to new generation that everyone treats as common fact? But having it happen to her...

No wonder she's in the infirmary. It's the most sensible thing to do when someone falls into a sudden coma.

Ginia pulls up the contact list and sends a message to Ebisu and his retinue.

I'm awake, feel fine. Sorry if I worried any of you.