"I'm okay. The babies are okay. I might puke if we don't find a way to stop flying around, but we're okay." Sunila reached over for his hand. "Are you okay?" She looked him over as best she could without risking floating away from him.
"It feels as if we are in space. Not the space above the island either, something different. I think my mother is here, somewhere and others from the island. So many others. But they're not conscious." She could sense so many familiar lives nearby. "What do you feel?"