"I'll get Rob," she promised, pulling Del close when she shivered. There went this shirt. It was a clothesbox special, though, and was probably improved by the blood rather than ruined.

"They aren't coming for you, but we are. We're here. It's not time for you to go yet, and you're not alone."

She sounded like a broken record, but what else was she gonna say? Pretend it was all okay that the island had taken yet another person from Del? That was useless.