It was the middle of winter, about 6 months after the plane crashed. You’re sat with Elsie as she skins a found rabbit, which Lottie says to be a ‘gift’ from the wilderness, this only angered Elsie because..really?. Elsie still doesn’t believe in the ‘wilderness’ woo-woo shit, she slices in one, swift, agitated motion and grunts as blood splatters on her letterman jacket. “This shit’s stupid.”