In the airport in Sydney, there was an older lady. She passed her several times: once on the way to the terminal and again in line for coffee. The older lady was not on their flight, or if she was, she was not in the plane's midsection.

The lady speaking to her now reminds her a great deal of that other lady, the one in Sydney. Because of that, she has an immediate liking for the kind quality of her voice.

But still she shakes her head, clutching her nightgown tightly to her chest. All these faces are starting to look alike, and she's already confused. Surely on an island like theirs, there will be other people? But how has she stumbled across them, and how can she return to the caves to let people know?