Ruby's internal clock was a little bit confused, too, though she was trying not to care. They still had the images in the sky, telling them how many people were gone. That was the only measurement that really mattered.

There were too many people gone. People she'd never met, mostly - and she had been glad enough to avoid tents, if it meant getting to see that sky. But right now the dust storm was coming in, and she was moving to knock on the tent.