"I don't even know where home is any more." Exhausted, she rubs one eyebrow with the back of her hand gracefully, like a musician caressing the body of her instrument.

"Eight days ago, the airplane my husband and I were on broke apart in the sky and crashed to the ground. Many people died but we did not. Since then, we have been living on an island waiting for rescue. I do not know where the island is or what it is called. We have lived in the wreckage of the airplane until tonight, when the doctor -- his name is Jack -- found a cave. He says it is safer there, so we moved to the cave from the beach. So what is at home besides my husband and fresh water? I do not know. There has been no time to explore it yet."