"Then I look forward to receiving it in May," Ainsley says, sitting with a little bounce on the bed, trying to get comfortable in this strange place with all the strange things, but at least one familiar friend in Sam. "You can get back to searching for home, if you want," she says. "I think I might take advantage of our sojourn into the unknown and nap." It had been getting late, before, and now she's found herself some respite.