Mary was quiet, letting the other woman look through the photos without her influence. "...yeah." she answered, biting the corner of her mouth. "It's this island. It doesn't work the way the normal world does. I was born here, but most people are pulled from different worlds and times and kind of...dropped off. Dad-Dean, came from probably about 20 years in your future. And he's about..." she reached over and slid one of the photos, one of Dean holding her on his hip as she chewed on a strawberry that was already smeared all over her face, "this age now. I'm from the island's future, about 16 years from now." She tried to explain it all and hoped she wasn't just being confusing.