"Yes the one that will not worm it's way out of your head once you sing it just one time." Or at least that had been her problem. But once had been enough and she vowed to never say more than just the title ever again.
"I don't know, the island has taken them from a few different places." Maryanne moved from the doorway to the kitchen to the front of the bar. Reaching over she snagged one of the closest longnecks she could reach before she parked her backside on a stool, facing him rather than the back wall. "I know there were people from a ship, and a resort, and the Eames that has returned from the dead sounds like he was from an Atlanta not unlike your Atlanta, but that's not where he's originally from." Hitting the bottle top on the counter just so, it popped off and flew across the room.
Her shoulders slumped slightly and she marked that she'd go get it later. "But I don't think anyone gets asked. If I was asked I would have told the asker to go get the kids first. But..." She lifted her shoulder in a shrug.