"Hmm. Two full months, I believe. I arrived, then another group came a while back, and now your group, and they say it happens each month." She hasn't kept close track, but that seems right.

It means she must have written over sixty letters now. No wonder the stack has grown so tall.

"But I hear some people have been here for three, maybe four years," she continues, frowning. She will find a way out before she's here that long. There are a lot of things she is willing to put up with, a lot of conditions she can find manageable, but not that. Two months and every day she wishes to be back in his arms.