A small nod. A mere acknowledgement of what was spoken, of the dark message that was dropped. "I don't know what has changed since he is gone, since we are not on the island anymore. Your fears, they might not become true..." And even if they did, where did worrying get you? But she didn't say that. It had never made a difference for her. You couldn't stop feeling things merely because someone pointed out that your feelings were not helpful. "Some people here, they suddenly remember more of their lives. The future. Their past. They say it's like they have lived it. And maybe they did. But you might stay here. You might not leave at all. These things might have happened to a different you."