Christine nodded. She wasn’t feeling highly talkative and still wary of this woman who sounded German. At the same time, though, her uncle worked with them. When she was told of the yellow lines she actively looked for them, to be sure she knew what the woman was talking about.<br/><br/>Soon enough she was following behind a stranger who was supposed to lead her to her room. The room, when they got there, was strange. It was impersonal compared to her own room. Very suddenly it hit her that home, and her mother, was very far away. She sat beside her bag on her bed and stared straight ahead for a time. Eventually she stirred just enough to set her bag beside the bed and curl up under the sheet, suddenly exhausted.<br/><br/>The next morning she woke up and got ready for the day. Pulling her bag up onto the bed, she pulled out a new outfit and changed clothes, making a note that she would have to learn what the system of cleaning clothes and laundry was. She was acutely aware of the fact that, if she was at home, she would already know what to do.<br/><br/>She left her room and followed the hall. The person who had showed her to her room explained last night how to get to breakfast. She only sort of remembered some of the things the person had told her, but she felt that she could find her way. She paid attention to where she was going as she walked, careful not to cross any yellow lines that might appear and careful to try to remember where she has been. Soon enough she found her way to the food area. She was surprised to see plenty of people moving about or sitting down and talking or eating. Glancing around, she searched for people who looked like they were just getting food. Once she found those, she fell into line to follow suit.