"Please," Mr. Mason paused, "how did you end up here?"
He sighed, his head hanging in defeat at the silence.
"I—I don't know," she said quietly. "Just like I don't know where this is."
It had been 5... 7... perhaps even 13 days since she had been on the island. All the fish in the sea slipped through her fingers, and the berries didn't seem to be in season, so the salted water and herbs became her bread and butter—not like she remembered what food should taste like. She shoved a herb between his lips.
"Cough. Ughhh. Ha—Have y—you tri—tried ex—exploring?" he stammered, trying to snap out of it. "Have. You. Tried. Exploring?"
Darla held back a smile. "No."
"Never?"
"Nope."
"Then... wha—what d—d—do y—you re—remember be—before bei—Ha—being here?" he asked.
She lifted her head, watching as his head slowly fell to the ground. "Sleeping."
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