"Maybe your friends will show up too." Sunila said softly. She did have her father's gift for lying when she wanted. She held little hope for Greg after all this time, or anyone from the shit station. It felt like this station had lost interest in them. People from the past were the latest fashion. Not that she resented them. Everyone who could have a good life on the station should. She took a bite of her scone, giving herself a an excuse to stay quiet for a while.
"Greg and Alex were born before the island all went to shit." Sunila said after a moment. "I was born on a future version of the good island, where I had lived with both my parents. Then I was sent back to the past as a kid, met Jake, grew up, got married. The island turned to hell shortly after the twins were born." She took a sip of her coffee and asked. "What was your life like before shit station? The same as the other you?"