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Today has not been a very good day, but eight has never been one of Sun's lucky numbers. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

She does not know if she likes these caves. They are dark and she misses the stars overhead and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. But Jin is her husband and for now, she does as he asks. For now, she owes him that much. Nightgown in hand, she steps through the rock opening and does a double-take, and then another: where is this place?

With the nightgown clutched protectively to her chest she steps forward, brows furrowed, eyes darting back and forth. There is no comfort in the location or in the sudden profusion of company.

"Jin-Soo? [Help me.]"

But Jin is not here, and he cannot help her. Her hand goes to the top button of her sweater; she makes sure it's fastened.

"[Excuse me... where are we? What is this place?]"

[작은 꼬리표: Hercules]

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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?

"Okay, uhm. Gorramit here okay -- "

One of the waitrats is wandering around various tables, delivering drinks and people's orders. Sallie gestures it over to them, before looking straight at the newcomer and holds her fingertips up to her mouth.

"Have you eaten?"

"Eaten?" The word comes out slowly, hesitantly. She holds one hand at chin level and makes a scooping motion toward her mouth with the other hand, the nightgown tucked precariously under her arm. Then she raises her eyebrows in question: "[Did I get that right?]"

Shaking her head no, she pats her stomach.

"[How did I come to be at a place like this?]"

Communication has commenced, ladies and gentlemen.

A low command to the waitrat, who leaves towards the bar, and the woman with the silver-white hair leads the other towards a table.

Next question: "Do you see the door?"

Sallie points to the door, or where the door is for her at least. She holds her hand out in front of her, grabbing an imaginary doorknob, twisting and pulling open.

Turning around, she looks at the blank wall... and then back at the lady.

"Anyo. No. No... door." She doesn't know why anyone would think there should be a door where there is none, but she will find out. Very hesitantly, as if every sound costs a small fortune, she forces three short words out in quiet English before continuing on in a language that is much easier for her.

"Where... is this? [I am sorry, I do speak English but I cannot speak it to you. My husband has a bad temper and he must not find out. What if he follows me to this place and overhears? It will be a great shame, a tear in the fabric of our marriage and I'm not sure our marriage can stand one more of those. Please understand.]"

"Milliways."

And boy, is explaining Milliways going to be near rutting impossible without some kind of a transla--

Ooh.

Sallie stands again, motioning for the woman to follow. Once they both reach the bar, Sallie asks for a pad of paper and a pen. Both appear in front of Sun.

What follows is another motion from Sallie's mouth, to picking up the pen and writing. Spell it out, nice foreign lady.

She watches, curious: she was not always shy and was never so subservient. She saw it in her own mother growing up and vowed to never make those same mistakes once she was married.

And look what has happened! But Jin is not here, no matter how many times she turns around and scans the room and that means that while she is still Mrs. Kwon, she is also Sun. First and foremost, she is Sun.

She takes that pad from the lady. "Mil-li-ways." Stumbling a little over the double-l construct, she looks up in question. "Milliways? What is Milliways?" And why is it on the island? How could they have gone eight days without finding it before now?

Uh, Sallie?

Sallie requests a second sheet of paper from the bar and pulls her own pen out of a skirt pocket. She scrawls Milliways is the bar at the end of the universe. My name is Sallie, and I am from 2522.

"Please, Bar?"

The paper disappears and reappears in front of Sun, in a script Sallie doesn't understand.

Taking that piece of paper into her hand, she reads quickly.

And then her brows knit together: this is ridiculous.

Ah, she knows. She is in a hospital. And this nice older lady and all these other people are insane. And somehow, she is here with them. But how? How could this have happened? Her expression goes from disbelief to consideration to consternation.

Then she looks at Sallie.

"I am Sun. What is... 2522?" The whole end of the universe concept baffles her so much that she can't even think about it... yet.

"A year," Sallie replies aloud instead of writing.

It's a test, if anything.

That makes her stop; her eyes move around the room taking in all the details. First Seoul, then Sydney, then an island, and now this: none of it makes any sense. Reaching over, she takes the pen, turns over her translated piece of paper, and writes four simple characters on it:

2004
She slides that over to Sallie and watches as it's read.

"That is the year."

Sallie's tone shifts incrementally from helpful to a dry offering of information: "To you."

"I am... sorry." This makes little sense. "That is the year to me."

In all of her language lessons, Jae never taught her that English-speaking people like to have that clarified. Now she knows. Taking the paper back she turns it over again to re-read the original note, the one translated into Korean for her. "Milliways is the bar at the end of the universe."

She glances over at Sallie, the need for answers outweighing the need to maintain a pretense of not understanding. "I thought you were... joking. I thought it was not a very funny joke. I am sorry it is not a joke. I miss my husband and would like to go back to him."

"I am not the one that controls if you are here or not."

Sallie exhales. "Can I ask you your name?"

"Oh!" A blush moves over her face. "I am sorry. Sun, my name is Sun. Sun Kwon." She nods into a small bow of acknowledgment. "Also, I am sorry for making you do... this." With a wave, she indicates the piece of paper. "I have to be very careful. My husband does not know I speak English."

"Do what you need to do, I suppose. Though if it helps, I've never met anyone else that speaks...your language."

"No one who speaks Korean? What has happened to the world in 2522?"

She can't fathom a world without that.

Sallie winces.

"Nobody lives on Earth anymore. In my universe. There's plenty of other universes out there."

"Nobody?"

No, no, no: she is ready for this all to be over. Resting her head in her hand, she takes three deep and steady breaths. By the time she straightens up again there's a little steely resolve in her eyes.

"What are these other... universes like?"

"Mine? Well, the planet I live on apparently looks like the Midwestern United States. All fields and such. My son lives on a spaceship, though."

"Hwa, no, on a spaceship?"

She has never been to the midwestern United States, but would have liked to go. Now it seems as if that dream has become impossible.

"Sallie. Why is there no door? What does someone do when the only thing they have is taken away?" By the minute, she's gladder she did not leave Jin at the airport.

Sallie drops the spaceship detail for now, concentrating more on the fact that Sun sounds...well, far more distressed about the bar than any other newcomer Sallie's met.

"What's at home, for you?"

"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."

"Milliways might be your little miracle then, eventually."

Pointing to the bar: "Order somethin' to eat."

Sallie's expression doesn't waver at the explanation of Sun's situation -- it's just that first things first.

How can this place be a miracle? At Sallie's suggestion she shakes her head vehemently. "I have... no money. I cannot afford to eat."

For the first three or four days she held onto her purse very carefully but now... now it seems pointless to carry it. The sand and the trees do not demand payment for their heat and shelter and fruit.