It's late on day 64 – or possibly early on day 65, it's hard to tell here and it's not like gems keep regular sleep cycles. Amethyst hasn't been doing much sleeping since she got here. She's been kind of distracted.

Right now, passing out sounds great – but for some reason this seems more important. So here she is, thudding against the door of Peridot and Lapis's hotel room so her horns scrape against it a little bit.

"Peridoooot," she groans, muffled through the door.