They were back. They were supposed to be back. But Tim is at the lighthouse, Raylan hasn't been anywhere she's been able to find, and there's something wrong with her that she can't explain. She tried not to show it at first, tried to pretend everything was okay, but then Jeff had touched her and she'd screamed and there was no explaining it away.

And it hasn't stopped. She can barely stand the feeling of her own clothes, the way they move against her skin. She's barely been able to think, forget sleeping. And everything that makes her feel better, everything she wants--to be held, to hold someone else, to curl up next to Jeff on the couch and watch a stupid movie--it sends off rockets in her brain that make her ball herself into a corner and clutch her head against her knees.

For a second, when she sees Raylan on the beach, she thinks it's Jeff. Only for a second, though, if that. She bolts into a run at once, half-convinced he's going to vanish before she gets there, because apparently this place can do that, it can do that to anyone whenever it wants.

"Raylan!" Her voice breaks a little when she yells his name, and she skids to a halt just out of hugging distance. Her lip trembles a little, and her anger is watery at best. "Where the fuck have you been?"