She pulled away from him, drawing inward and wrapping her arms around herself.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. He gave me the glove and I just knew how to make it work. I knew everything he was going to say the instant he started saying it. Like deja vu that wouldn't stop. There may have been truth in some of it, but I can't know that."

Not just that I don't. I can't. Can't. It's worse than being on the island, for all that that's a frustrating situation. Dressed up in the trappings of home, doubting what I know feels even more desperate, leaves me even more lost.