"Yeah. I hear that." Kate rubs at the bracelet on her wrist, the smooth blue stone cool under her fingers. She's been wearing it a lot more lately. "Island's good at fucking with our heads. Something like this happens, you start wondering what else is going to show up and bite you in the ass or smack you upside the head."

You start wondering how many other alternate realities you got married and wanted kids in. Pretty soon, you start thinking maybe up is down and it's a great idea for you to raise a six year-old who punishes her friends with voodoo dolls in pickle jars.