A small group of travelers ended up on the island this morning. At first, I wasn’t sure if I had conjured them up through the Involvium Effect, or if someone else had. But they’re real, and very friendly too. It’s a pretty diverse and worldly group, actually. They remind me of a Benetton ad. They had this wistful look about them, and when they met me, they actually knew who I was.
They all know Trish, too. I kinda feel guilty calling Trish a flake since apparently she only had nice things to say about me to them. These are people I would’ve probably never met outside of the island, so it’s kinda cool that I did (cue single tear). Trish, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I called you an uber-flake. You’re still my favorite (and only) sister and I love you, girl. I hope to be reunited with you soon.