It is about halfway through the third hour of the fifteenth day of Lucette's attempt to reorganize her grandfather's library. The project is moving at an acceptable pace overall, though she's starting to question the wisdom of having scheduled the whole thing down to the hour during day three (hour four).
"I think powers largely don't come in at first...maybe a small amount... Maybe I can -"
Lucette tries a thing, and the bed shakes briefly.
"-I can do that. I guess."
"So that was a demon, and it made you feel horrible as demons are known to do," which is not okay at ALL but the immediate priority is getting Lucette recombobulated, she can figure out how to tear that thing limb from excess limb later, "but at least now you have superpowers and you haven't done me a bit of harm and I love you and that's not your fault."
"They don't match my memories, or what you thought yesterday, and there is an obvious source of false memories for you and not for me or for yesterday-you. So yes."
"That does seem to make sense, yes."
Lucette would like to be leaning more on Annie now.
Huuuug.
"...I will probably need to spend tomorrow night on my own to satiate the demon."
"How long will it take? How alone do you have to be, can I be waiting in the next room to come hug you as soon as it goes or will it notice I can sense it through walls?"
"I think most of a night is normal, and it probably isn't worth risking you being too close, because if it does notice I'll have to wait another night and that makes the haunting worse."