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