Cherry was in much the same boat as Mitchell. She couldn't remember anything about before she came to the island. She knew her name and things you learn in school, but faces and names of others from where she came she could not. Since arriving at the island and finding a place of her own she had begun to piece a few things together from pictures that had arrived after her first slumber.
The beach had been one place she had wandered to day after day. The wind through her hair and the sand between her toes helped her think. These things helped clear her mind and stopped the migraines from coming. She's surprised when she sees someone on the beach though, usually it's just her and her thoughts. She walks closer to the form in the distance and when she got closer she let out a little giggle when she saw what he was doing.
"Hello, what exactly are you doing? Besides getting your clothes dirty...."