The crew meets in the cafeteria, tense stares across a large table, with one space in the circle conspicuously empty.
There’s just an ongoing soft breeze, gentle drizzle, and a moment of quiet. Then, you leave, to another island or back to the passage of time.
The green glow on my arm shows that despite my pax’s erratic movement in the back, I am calm. Though these feelings may not last the ride.