Just like that, Thomas suddenly understood. He supposed if he had found out that he was going to die shortly after leaving the magic of the island he’d be less inclined to escape. Then a new thought dawned on him, was everyone here on the verge of dying? Was he himself only a few hours away from dying, is that why he was brought here? He chewed his lip just a little bit, suddenly pleased that his son wasnt there.
“Oh.” He said slowly, not wanting to voice his particular thought. “I feel like I might have to start looking at the shops and things around here to see if there is anything that will keep me entertained. Certainly can’t do my job, I’m supposed to be a carpenter.”