Mulan sighed, "How long have I been in here anyways?" She grumbles to herself, readjusting to her position on the floor. "You sleep on the floor tonight, young Fa." Mulan shudders to herself. I hate that man. Hate him, hate him- She stands up and kicks at the door, never touching it. She whirls and punches. Hate him, hate him- She kicks again, and again, punching and striking the invisible bag. She drops into a squat and halts her punch. "How many days has it been?" She murmurs to herself.