"I know. It must be the island." Sunila offered as an explanation. "Just don't try smacking your head to get the memories back. That only works in cartoons and maybe on Gilligan's island." She joked.
"They're both very cool. Greg can climb too, but doesn't spend as much time at as his brother. He's more analytical than Alex, spends more of his time figuring out how to grow food, coming up with new strategies for battle, that kind of thing. I suppose he's more like my dad or your Tom." Sunila reached out through the force, keeping herself connected to the island as they went higher. It was so dark and quiet without the fighting below. She needed to be sure the island was still there. "Is there a plan to fix things?" She asked. He had mentioned the sun being broken, but it felt as if the island itself was broken. Stuck in the dark. "The island can't last without light and heat."