Nora Scott's guess was indeed correct.
She slept for an entire day and night.
After eating her fill and recharging her energy, she finally remembered to give Fátima a call to inform her that she had "already found the exact date to open the entrance."
Then,
within a day's time, Fátima arranged everything.
This action-taker moved so swiftly that even Biel Hall was left speechless.
She contacted the officials to confirm the exact date, notified Sandcastle City to prepare thoroughly, and then arranged for the technical staff on this side... a series of matters were handled.
In short, when Nora woke up, she received the plane ticket that Fátima had booked for her.
And, a phone call.
"You're going to Sandcastle City tomorrow," Fátima ordered simply and clearly.
"Can't it be delayed by two days?"
Nora was still lazing in bed, not wanting to get up.
"No," Fátima paused and asked, "haven't gotten up yet?"
"..." Nora sat up immediately, her tone crisp and decisive, "I'm up."
