I know it's just talk. The vehemence, at least. The restlessness is something that I cannot deny even in myself; when you remain wholly unconvinced that the world is, in fact, free of crime and strife, a peaceful night serves as very little relief, if not as the opposite entirely. The scenery may have changed, but functionally, this place is little different from the island itself, and no matter how firmly Jason may believe that he's managed to adapt and assimilate here, I have my doubts. This isn't the type of place any of us were made to settle.

Stephanie and Damian just happen to be the most vocal about how deeply they feel this fact.

"I'm more interested in seeing research conducted than in stopping a potential bank robbery," I tell her, plain and honest. "Our goal is to leave."