Day Three.

It's a beautiful November day at the bunker. The sky is somewhat overcast.

"I've been thinking about what you said. It's been a year and a half of dinghy life for me since we met. The whole time, I was living on the run, and now suddenly. I'm not."

"It can be hard when life suddenly slams the brakes," Aquila says, pencil behind her ear, picking up a cup and handing it to Annie.

"Yeah, that," Annie says.

"Do you want to live on the island? Know that you're as welcome as can be."

Annie puts a handful of dice into the cup. "Yahtzee," she says, having rolled five sixes. "I'll think about it," she continues, smiling, as the thought of island life comes into her mind.