Clover was sitting on the edge of the shore, watching as the waves lapped onto the sand. Ever since the incident with Box, she’s sworn that she'll completely stay away from everything she doesn't want to be hurt- She can’t even imagine what horrors would take place if she stayed around Bow, Cordelia, Catalina, Cassandra- Jake. or Cabby or. . - ANYTHING that she loves. So she's going to isolate herself. Yeah! That's totally reasonable- nobody can get hurt by her luck if she's not around anyone, right?

As the loneliness starts to dawn on her, a small thought wedges itself into her brain. "I wish there was someone else here. ." and that's just when another object washed up onto the island, coughing and sputtering. Oh no, she's done it again. She forced out a simple question as she pushed herself into a stand.

"Are you. . okay?"