"No," she said, her voice very nearly a gasp. At first it seemed she could scarcely think; there were others experiencing what she did, others beside her sister who did not think her insane. There was truth to her suspicions, then, that there were forces at work here beyond their control. She could not decide if it was better or worse to know that others were similarly afflicted. She would not have wished this pain on anyone. Her fingers flexed, working uselessly, lacing tightly together and loosing in rhythm. "I thought I was the only one." She swallowed hard. The motion pained her dry throat. Her darkling eyes, their dark green deepened by the shadows smudged beneath, flicked back up to meet his own.
"What is it you see?" she asked. "Who..." She glanced back to the floor, as curious as she was afraid. She wondered if he had seen that damnable island, or what it was that dwelt there so close and so far from reach. "Have you seen any of us?" Have you seen me? she might have asked.